HereComesTheSnow

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tung2ska: this time it’s personal

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my kingdom is the sky

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well, one time a prank got out of hand and it ruined the first half of the 20th century.

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don't worry, stel, you're not the weird one

volana is

who waves their own arm around like that? just macabre.

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Sometimes, all it takes is a couple funny coincidences and shit sticks with you forever

Sometimes, your mech comes home missing an arm

sometimes the guys doing the paintjob catch wind of it

these things happen

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For his part, Konstantin took in Artemie's words with a slow, steady nod. No data on dust honestly was something he should have expected, especially once you considered the limited scope of what the freezerburnt woman could actually access and parse through whatever personal terminal she'd used. Unless it was thick enough to cloak the surface entirely, you'd need more than a satellite image to catch it. Even spectrographs might not tell the full picture.

To be honest, waiting for the briefing was what would tell him what he needed to know in the first place— for his purposes, at least, he was not fated to deal with engines nearly so much as reactors powering his cockpit of choice. Aircraft in the colony module? A bit of a stretch, one he'd let that dream of his convince him to try reaching for, if only in this capacity.

A pleasant, modulated tenor caught his attention next as Fox, a fellow survivor of conscription via piracy, seated himself. How interesting it was that there seemed to be a significant subset of those that had seen their fellow man at its vilest, cruelest, and most unforgivable within the crew running security for what was supposedly a peaceful expedition. Soldiers were a necessity, that much was obvious. You did not leave home without some measure of personal safety— but perhaps he wondered if it were the difference between a guard dog and a beaten wolf.

...We're all professionals. Your head is still in cryo, Kon. There's no reason to not trust anyone to avoid the same mistakes as you.

Returning the nod, Konstantin replied without much in the way of frills, gesturing with a free hand to Artemie.

"Not yet. Just breaking our fast and discussing what we know of the destination. So far, it amounts to 'vegetation on the waterfront, breathable air, and the equator will cook you'. Very exciting."

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i'm slick wit it

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General Resources might be up your alley

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I lift from various games shamelessly

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"A breathable atmosphere." he repeated simply, as though casting aside every other detail as extraneous. He'd already guessed she was old, no point stressing that. No mission would take him near the unlivable equator to begin with— not important. Vegetation would naturally lead to the detail he had focused on, so it in essence was relegated to the realm of an explanation rather than an important finding. He understood its scientific merit— exobiologists held alien flora and fauna as the Holy Grail of discoveries in their fields, but Konstantin had grown into a much simpler creature than they. Seas, if not oceans. Lakes and Rivers. Liquid water would regulate temperature, provide a cycle of both humidity and air currents, predictable patterns of wind between the airmasses that hung over them. Closer to the mark.

But breathable.

In some manner, Earthlike. He began to steeple his fingers in front of him, furrowing his brow as his eyes took on a new and intense light. His plain affectations were replaced by a bombardment of muttered conclusions, as if the pilot was attacking the questions in his mind as they came.

"Putting aside the obvious necessary similarity in composition, that means a similar barometry, if our lungs could process it. The same regarding density. Maybe closer to the top of a mountain or the depths of a canyon than sea level, but all told, human respiratory systems have a definite range of what constitutes proper breathability. So long as there are no curveballs on the fluid dynamics, that means lift generation isn't unthinkable. Did the probe get readings on airborne dust, by chance? Any sort of particulate that would jam a turbofan?"

He was already confident his Orbital could truck through most skies one might expect to encounter, but if traditional engines were capable of working, that opened a whole slew of possibilities.