WORLD DETAILS

NAME:              728-907
HEX LOCATION:      Spinward Marches1214
UWP:               D955000-2
PBG:               610
TRADE CODES:       Low Population, Nonindustrial, Barren
BASES:             None
ALLEGIANCE:        Third Imperium
STELLAR DETAILS:   Primary Star: F1 V   Mass: 1.62
                   Binary Star:  M4 D   Mass: 1.11

SATELLITE DETAILS: Number: 1

SIZE RELATED DETAILS
Basic World Type:  Planet - molten core.
Diameter:  14,880 km   Density: 0.99   World Mass: 1.4      World Gravity: 1.1 G
Orbit Period: 1,624.298 Std Days       Distance: 2.8 AU     Eccentricity: 0.005
Rotation Period:  41.75 Std Hours      Axial Tilt: 40°      Seismic Stress Factor: 6.396

ATMOSPHERIC RELATED DETAILS
Composition: Standard oxygen-nitrogen mix
Surface Pressure: 0.48           Mean Temp: 22.467°C     Native Life: Yes
Terraforming - Atmospheric: No   Albedo: No              Greenhouse Effect: No
Weather Control: No

HYDROSPHERE RELATED DETAILS
Composition: Liquid water
Hydrographic Percentage: 53%        Tectonic Plates: 1
Terraforming - Hydrographic: No     Terrain: No

POPULATION RELATED DETAILS
Total World Population: 6
Starports and Spaceports: D
Primary Cities: 0                   Orbital Cities: 0

Social Outlook:
    Progressiveness:  Conservative, Advancing
    Aggressiveness:   Unaggressive, Neutral
    Extensiveness:    Harmonious, Friendly

Unusual Local Customs: None noted.

GOVERNMENT RELATED DETAILS
Representative Authority: None
Division of Authority:    None

LAW RELATED DETAILS                  TECHNOLOGY RELATED DETAILS
Uniformity of Law:     Personal      Technology Profile:

Legal Profile:                       High Common Tech Level: 2
    Overall Law level: 0             Low Common TL:          1
    Weapons Law level: 0             Energy TL:              2
    Trade Law level:   0             Computer/Robotics TL:   2
    Criminal Law:      5             Communications TL:      1
    Civil Law:         0             Medical TL:             0
    Personal Freedom:  5             Environment TL:         0
                                     Land Transport TL:      2
                                     Water Transport TL:     2
                                     Air Transport TL:       4
                                     Space Transport TL:     2
                                     Personal Military TL:   2
                                     Heavy Military TL:      2
                                     Novelty Tech Level:     4

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Jago brings the ship in, in a long, gentle descent over the ocean, eventually picking a location at seeming random.  Profit Margin settles into the water, and Jago uses the thrusters plates to adjust her buoyancy, until she floats with the ocean surface about level with the bridge viewports.

Jago makes an announcement on the crew channel, "Okay... we're down.  We'll need to use the dorsal airlock to get onto the top of the hull, but for the moment we've got our own private island.  With one advantage... if it starts to rain, we can move our island."

"No way.  We're not letting them through either our lounge or the engineering.  Right, Sas?  I'd suggest we open the air raft bay, take the raft out and park it on top, then we use the extendible ladder there, herding 'em through the cargo bay" Yas objects over the crew channel while she sets her turret to keep an eye on the atmosphere so that it will alert her as soon as anything bigger or faster than a fat gull flies through it.

Once that is done she steps out onto the bridge and steers toward the crew lounge, giving a quick wave to anyone on the bridge, intent on getting to her quarters in order to get ready to catch some rays - after having applied sufficient protection from any deep-fry rays, of course.

"In fact, I'll take the raft out myself," she adds over the channel with a grin that is audible to those that cannot see her, figuring that will send someone else scurrying to do so before she can reach the bay.

"Definitely don't want people tramping through here with their dirty boots." Saskia replies over the intercom.  "If we do it the way Yas said, we can lock the door back here and keep everybody out for the duration.

"Oh, and, Jago.  The pumps are on line, and the filters are set up.  You can start refueling when you're ready."

Tylen saves his display settings for when they take to the air again, and then reconfigures the displays  to monitor the underwater environment.  Not only does he check for  man made objects but he also scan for sea life, both large and small.

Setting his data glove to download information  about native sealife, Tylen checks the local weather, as he waits for his aquatic scans to produce their first results.
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Ash slaves a number of the sensor and ship's comm feeds and displays to his comm and headset.  He then locks his co-pilot console, giving no one in particular a smile when he hears Yas' threat to drive.  He's pretty sure that they wouldn't call the air-raft a 'raft' if it didn't have a minimal level of seaworthiness...

He notes to Jago, "Ms. Blake says that we are ready to commence refuelling, Boss."  He glances at the Captain and prompts, "Should I initiate the sequence?"  He checks his HUD display to ensure that the Margin's fuel status is among the set of internal sensor feeds that he has on display.

Ash gets ready to get his swimming trunks on; it may only be an old set of board shorts, but it'll be better than nothing.  He doesn't expect to be getting into the water (and he dearly hopes that Shui will have extra sun screen since he himself has never bothered to buy, pack or carry it) as he will generally be monitoring signals and such, even when outside, but one never really knows what will happen that might necessitate getting in the water.  Much like life, he muses, so, best to make some attempt at being even slightly ready.
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"That does make more sense." Jago agrees, "Never really had to do this before, so hadn't thought about the best way of getting people onto the hull.  Okay, everybody, we're going to do this Yas' way, so if somebody wants to take the car out before Yas gets to it, I'd be grateful."

"Shui, if you or Keryn need something to wear, speak to Saskia.  I believe she might have something suitable."

The Captain stretches and nods to Ash, "Yeah start it up."  Then he adds, quietly, "Set the pumps to half speed for now, they'll be quieter, and It'll give us an excuse to sit here longer.  Frankly, we deserve a break."

Tylen laughs out loud as he reads the local information  "Looks like the X-Boat tender is a weather station." he says over the crew comms channels.  "It says here that the locals used it as colonisation ship  and now they use it as a weather monitoring satellite." he can't help chuckling as he continues "Although it doesn't seem to give our much in the way of forecasts.  Still looking at its data, the weather is should be  warm and sunny day."

Without much ado, Tylen configures his display systems to alert him if any of the local sharks, or similar sized creatures, appear to be hanging around the Margin, then goes back onto the crew comms channel.  "Are we taking a monitor upstairs with us?  I am tweaking some of the sensors to act as a local sea-life warning system, I thought it might be interesting to know if we have sharks for company."

"And what do you reckon to 'fishing' with a laser carbine from an airaft?  Maybe we could get fresh fish or shark steaks"
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Yas chuckles as she listens to Jago while she searches for her bathing gear.  Which one to go with?  She makes a mental not to check with Sushi first regarding sunscreen, would not do to catch too much rays and mutate into something less dangerous than she is now.

"Fishing, with laser?  You planning to cook them in the water?  You can borrow one of my shotguns if you want, I know that works.  Or grenades, if you time it so they go off just below the surface," Yas comments over the crew channel as she settles on which bathing suit to wear.  On top of that goes a bathrobe, though, to start with.  Would not want to appear too friendly, ah, unprofessional in front of the passengers until that are all either out on top or locked away, i.e., opting to stay in their cabins.

Next, to find Sushi and some sunscreen.  She turns to her wrist and pokes at it, chuckling as she sends it.

With the ship settled in on the planet, Shui picks up her packed bag - complete with scads of sunscreen and bottles of water - and starts to head out the door.  She's ready, her suit on underneath her exercise clothing (stretch-tee and pants) with slippers on, but the word comes down that Saskia might very well have what she's looking for in terms of clothing for Keryn.  Immediately the doctor switches directions, heading for engineering.

Already she's going through her plans in her head.  The others will be relaxing, of course, with plenty of time to lounge.  This is, however, when a steward is most needed.  Shui knows she will have some time to do some sunning of her own, and swimming to boot, but she expects to be in and out of the ship.  Food.  Water.  Towels.  Anything else the crew or passengers need.

She doesn't mind.  Serving others soothes her spirit.  It makes up for...many things a long time gone by.

The dataglove - which will soon look very out of place on her wrist - chirps as she heads into engineering, and the doctor scans her messages.  Fingers flicker in a reply, moments later.  Then she continues into the ship's heart, raising her voice to call out for its everpresent guardian.

"Ms. Blake?  Are you here?  Jago informs me you might have clothing Keryn can use."
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Before he leaves to change his clothes, Ash nods to Jago.  "Right...." he intones as he reopens his console briefly and taps furiously for a moment, "Starting.  At half rate."  He relocks his console and glances at this HUD to make sure that he is still monitoring the status.  Then Ash configures his comm and headset for the proper alert levels and displays.  "Ms. Blake," he notes dutifully into his comm on the line to Engineering, "I've started the pumps at half rate.  I'll be monitoring their progress remotely, as I am sure you are already doing."

Then he walks to his cabin to change.  A few minutes later, the navigator emerges from his cabin in a basic off-white t-shirt and set of blue, asymmetrically patterned board shorts.  His old IN knife is still strapped to his leg; with all the talk of sharks and fishing, Ash figures that it might actually come in handy.  He still has his comm at his hip, as well as his HUD and display headband on his head.  Ash has no hat or sunglasses and his boots are untied - only loosely laced on his feet with no socks showing.  His skin is a fairly pasty white; the scars on his legs and arms are readily apparent.

Ash then makes his way to air-raft bay via the cargo area.  He notes to himself, Hmmm... Our steward and doctor will be too busy with other preparations to drive.  Mr. Orgesh wants to shoot and not drive.  And we have been warned that Ms. Crow is to be the last resort to drive ...  Tag.  I'm it.  Ash, honestly, figures that he if can drive a launch or a ship's boat that an air-raft can't be more complex.  He announces over the shipwide comm, "I'm getting ready to open the raft's dorsal hatch and move the vehicle out into the open."  He steps into the air-raft and moves to trigger the controls for the hatch.  "Anyone care for a short ride?" he notes with a slight, easy smile playing on his face.

Stopping briefly to consider what accessories would go best with her bathing suit Yas finally decided to pack it light and only bring the good old scattergun and the five-shooter peagun, be it big peas and all.  Would no do to go skinny-dipping, after all.

Then there is a bleeping beep and she turns to look at her wrist, chuckles and pokes at it a few times.  Another chuckle and she starts to walk towards the aft lounge, intent on taking that route to the bay to make sure everything else gets secured.

There is, of course, the small matter of shifting the air-raft out of its parking space.

Jago, however, ignores that for the moment, and goes, instead to Engineering, where he opens the equipment locker in the dorsal airlock.  He hauls out a half dozen coils of lightweight plastic-sheathed cord, hundred metre lengths, then drags them up the ladder to the external hatch, which he opens.

Quickly uncoiling each of the cords, he uses its attached clip to fasten it to one of the set of small eyelets fixed to the hull outside the airlock.  Finished, he gives a satisfied nod, before closing the hatch and descending the ladder.

He opens a channel to the crew, "I've fixed some EVA safety lines outside the dorsal airlock.  Anybody going into the water should tie themselves off, for safety, before they do.  Make sure the passengers are aware of this too."

Saskia is monitoring the startup of the pumps as Shui enters, and is surprised when she hears the purser's voice.  She steps out from behind the fuel purification systems, "Well, I have a few bits and pieces.  Not sure if I've got anything in her size, they're all different.  None of them have even been worn though.  I was given them a couple of years ago by a designer, who asked me to show them to people on different planets in the hopes of getting her some sales.

"If any of them fit Keryn, she's welcome to borrow one."

She pauses, nodding, as a rising hum from behind her suddenly changes pitch, "That's good, we can go take a look now.  The suits are in my quarters.  Let's see what we can find."

Satisfied that everything is as well sorted out as it is going to be, Tylen heads to his cabin to change into shorts and a tee shirt.  He drops a revolver into his bag, along with a towel and a hat and heads  up onto the deck, chuckling slightly at the thought of EVA safety lines for swimming.

Pleased, Shui bows to the engineer.  "Thank you, Ms. Blake.  That would be wonderful - I'm certain we can find something that will fit our guest.  You, as always, are a lifesaver." What a curious, interesting story behind the presence of the suits.  About to ask more, Shui feels her dataglove hum.  Another message...

"After you, Ms. Blake," she motions.  Her finger quickly pecks out a reply, then she moves up beside the engineer as they walk.  "Have you had much success, then?  With the suits?  Or is this some long-ago agreement, now fallen into dusty disuse?"  Given travel distances and times, if the designer is sectors and sectors away, it seems inefficient to continue to show the suits around.

One eyebrow rises.  "Are they any good?  Have you chosen one for yourself?"

"Let's just make sure no one ties a line around their neck or a leg, that rarely works out well when you try to pull someone out of something," Yas comments over the crew channel, leaving it unclear whether she is jesting or not.

Making her way towards engineering Yas stops now and then to make sure everything is up to snuff and secured.  Only once she is happy with it does she step through the door from the aft lounge into engineering, where she stops to look around.

"Hey, Sassy, Sushi.  So, not a doctor's order then, but a recommendation, got it," she calls out towards the other two women and grins, no doubt leaving the engineer wondering what she is talking about.

"Got the stuff with you or shall I tag along and pick it up before we herd the passangers?" she then asks the doctor/stewardess.