Sleep did not come easy that day. How could it, amid a brewing territorial dispute, an intellectual arms race and a glimmer of hope in the shape of trade of food and other necessities? At least as far as she knew no one who ate the Glenbread had started puking their guts out. [color=00AEFF]”What do you make of all this, Wise One?”[/color] She asked the quietly purring, lightly vibrating ball of fur on her chest. The Wise One did not answer, unless one counted the increased volume of noise coming from the furball, coinciding with being scratched behind the ears. Fritjof wasn’t the only one shaking, as Vigdis got shivers of excitement every time she started thinking about that little experiment she carried out that meant that with time and effort, many of their headaches would be alleviated, another step towards their return home would be taken and even if they were to become stranded on K-A forever, they would be stranded in the comfort of the 23rd century and not the iron age.

Vigdis had put herself up for a later shift the next day, but was up early in the morning. And this time, Fritjof licking her face at 0600 sharp until she got up and fed him wasn’t the sole reason. The captain wanted volunteers to start talking to some of the locals who made smaller-scale offers that didn’t include whole countries, and as she was one of the people who’d be working with the mages to get power going and had already taken some steps in that direction, it made sense to her that she’d go. Plus, she would have to be mad to decline an opportunity to further speak with the locals, especially since it would be ‘on company time’. She intended to eat her breakfast outside, until she remembered - again - that the plastic container it came in might burst to flames. Her homeworld had some serious habitability problems, requiring solutions many outsiders considered absolutely insane, but no planet in Sol managed to be quite as irritating as K-A did. It wasn’t just that there were problems, the issue was that it was [i]this close[/i] to being good, [i]except[/i] those small inconveniences.

Having made sure there were no overnight updates to the translator, she checked a bigger tablet out of storage for the purpose of showing things to Kareet if there happened to be materials related to a given topic stored in the ship’s database and headed out into the meeting area. [color=00AEFF]”Good morning.”[/color] She greeted the avian scholar, pulling up a chair and setting her weapon down on a nearby crate, [color=00AEFF]”Others may be joining later, but I’m yours for the time being. Where would you like to start?”[/color]