//This is the roleplay thread in which episodes of the "New Life" roleplay can be posted. The thread is not meant to host turn-for-turn discussions, as they are not suitable for forum roleplay. It is meant to post short, closed episodes, short glimpses of what is happening from an in roleplay point of view of a character who is involved in the project. The goal is to give an interesting, multi-facetted approach to the topic and give many roleplayers the chance to contribute.
It would be nice if you could:
introduce and describe the character a little (it can develop in future posts)
add fitting pictures to make it look nice and give an impression
If you want to take part, please contact me via Skype (my adress is in my forum description).
Rebecca Jameson - Chief of Engineering, Falkland Base, Tau 37:
Chief of Engineering on Falkland Rebecca Jameson felt nervous before the meeting with the Cryer representatives and she checked her transmitter for the time until the Cryer experts would arrive on Falkland to inspect the station. "62 hours... more than enough time..." she reassured herself.
After quickly answering an incoming message with a short: "Not now. Busy", she turned around to face the empty cavern that was brightly lit by a few million lux that had been installed over the last days. She could see her assistant, veteran miner Jimmy Gordon standing between the stonen pillars that reached 30 meters high.
"Small... we are." she thought for a moment while watching him check and adjust some of the lights in what they called the cathedral.
Falkland base had one thing in abundance: unused, abandoned space. The massive asteroid in Tau 37 had been excavated over the last decades until all the resources it once held were exploited. Hundreds of mining tunnels criss-crossed the asteroid and this part where most of the tunnels met and where the storage used to be, was where the Rehab Center for Operation New Life should find its place.
Rebecca - called 'Numbershead' by her fellow workers for her calculations and graphs - knew that this would be a huge task. Her first large assignment and a personal challenge. Up to now her job had been to make sure that the asteroid remained structurally intact, that the tunnels remained stable. Mostly desk-work and charting of sensor readings. She had been more focussed on monitoring and sensor placement than on construction projects. Sometimes a tunnel had to be reinforced, sometimes a ceiling supported. This scale was totally new to her.
"Jimmy!" her voice echoed through the labyrinth of the cavern: "... 30 degrees up and further left. Light that part well. That's where we want the cables for electricity to go and connect to the main generator units above us." she yelled to the worker. He signalled with a thumbs-up and a short adjustment of the spotlight that he had understood. Floodlight lit what used to be the shaft for an elevator that transported slag.
"A Rehab Center... high tech facility... for hundreds of Cardamine addicts... high security... medical center..." she turned around 360 degree, looking at the naked walls of rock. It was hard to believe that this was a real project and that she was ordered to manage it somehow. She picked up a stone that had fallen from the ceiling and she looks up: "... helmets... don't forget that." she reminded herself, staring at the rock of nickel-iron.
Taking out her PDA, she takes another note about securing the ceiling with a thin steel net so that small rocks would not endanger workers in the following months. The large construction machines would make the rock surface shake and cause a lot more of these small rocks to come down.
"Danger of... caving-in... needs reinforcing..." she also notes down and points at a few points on the map of the system. "... Here... and here... section 34/4A... and B... Titanium crossbeams..." she is muttering while she is assessing the cavern that is now almost as brightly lit as Tau 37. Another small rock hits the rough floor where heavy mining vehicles left the rock's surface scarred.
"... spray coating with elastic foam... nano-plastics type 3 should do.." she said to herself, not even noticing that Jimmy had walked up to her. Without a question asked, he put down a large drill that he had used to fix cables to the walls. "... The rock is strong enough. Don't worry about the ceiling. Falkland rock... nothing large will come down." he said with a low voice and heavy dialect of southern Bretonia.
Rebecca turned her PDA towards him to show him the calculations about how much the ceiling weighs and how many tons each of the natural pillars could hold... "Iron-nickel core... and some traits of carbonaceous chondrite... 11,882 % alloy made of...", but he just grinned and nodded:
"... I know, Reb. You calculated everything. And will it hold?" he asks her and Rebecca nodded, and then she started to explain to him her worries about cave-ins in the lower parts when heavy machinery would be used. Jimmy was listening and just shaking his head again and again, until he interrupted her after two minutes of engineer technical details on rock structure, fissures and stress fracture. "Believe a miner. It will not cave in." he added and then grinned:
"... Hey, Rebecca. Excited?" Jimmy asked her with a sly smile and she turned towards him, looked up from her PDA. Her movement was too abrupt to allowe her to entirely dismiss what he had hinted at. After a moment of hesitation she nodded: "A little... my first large project in construction here on Falkland." and she looked around the huge cavern... "And not a small one for starters..."
Jimmy was a miner somewhere between 50 and 60 years, it was hard to say from all the wrinkles in his dusty and dirty face, yet he was grinning broadly: "... Reb, relax." and he handed her a bottle of water. "... nothing much can be ruined here. It's just rock... good rock." and he shrugged and pointed to the pillar next to them before she could point him to her PDA again: "... I'll fix a few more spotlights here. Your cathedral should be well-lit for our guests."
Rebecca caught the benevolent irony in his words. She wanted to reply, but she just nodded agreement to his plan and he was gone before she could think of anything witty to tell him. They have had dozens of discussions, and she had spent weeks quarrelling with Jimmy over projects that were much easier at this one, yet on this one they seemed to agree. Her professional training in engineering and mining made her confident in her skills. And still, the old miner's advice had proven to be valuable.
"Organise 10 more helmets for tomorrow, Jimmy!" she yelled after him and he just gave her another thumbs up. Then the hammer drill drowned out any other sound with deafening noise. There was a lot of work still to be done before the Medical Chiefs and the Cryer experts could be shown into here.
Planning the rehabilitation centre to counter Cardamine addiction had been a huge task, but Rebecca Jameson – and with her a very heterogeneous team of around fifteen IMG engineers and architects - also felt elated when she shut down the presentation tool and the holo-projection of the soon-to-be started facility flickered and disappeared. When she looked up and into the faces that were hidden in the darkness of the room, the audience was partially clapping, or at least did not seem hostile at all.
"Told you, you would not need a helmet and safety goggles..." a colleague joked, poking fun at Rebecca's outfit that was unfamiliar to the crew she normally worked with every day. They normally wore the sturdy orange protective worksuits complete with goggles and helmet - their uniform - but today they were all in suits and ties or blazers and skirts. "I love real clothes..." Rebecca whispered to him, obviously preferring the normal workdress to this here. "... feels like doing a show."
“Are there any questions that the Chief of Engineering can answer?“ asked one of the architect assistant who now took on the role of the moderator for the coming discussion that was designed to clarify all the issues that might have come up in the process of the presentation.
“How can we guarantee adequate security in the rehab centre? Let’s not forget that many of the patients will not be there voluntarily.” asked the Falkland Security Chief sternly.
“Security systems are not my expertise, but the design of the rehab center wards already includes vital security aspects: walls are reinforced with a fine titanium 3 x 3 cm grid inlay, so that the walls should be impenetrable for patients.” and she tries to add a joke which does not really reach the audience: “… if they don’t have a laser cutter or plasma welding gear…”
She clears her throat and puts on a more serious tone again: “Ehm… yes… We have also planned that the four different sections can be sealed separately, so that any security breaches can be contained inside one part of the centre. With guard units being stationed directly between the wards in the central security section, response times should be very fast.
Moreover, the rehab centre is almost hermetically separated from the remaining parts of the station. The outward exit between Falkland and the rehab center is a 3-stage class 4 security locks. Also the cable tunnels will be sealed with titanium reinforced concrete. There should be no escape.”
Guildmaster Schwerdtfeger had been watching all of this calmly and after the question about security had been dealt with, he takes his turn: "Mrs. Jameson, in case this project is a success: do we have the possibility to enlarge the facility and if so, how much space is available? Give us an idea. The Cathedral looks large, but such impressions are often deceptive”
“A lot… ehm... Guildmaster.“ she simply answered and then took a quick look at a chart: “If we remain inside the planned parameters of a one-storey facility – which would cut down on construction cost a lot – we could add 3 more wards without running into trouble. If we adapt the 2-storey version, we can add 7 more without running into trouble with the cathedral’s height in 83 %. The remaining 17 % can be excavated without too much effort – if ever needed. It would be between 1000 and 1500 tons of detritus – a cakewalk for our excavators. Time frame would be a week, so yes: We have the chance to enlarge.”
A young man in his early 20s who looked like a major tech geek and whose name tag identified him as IT Department raised his hand and waited for his turn: “… We need absolutely reliable and secure connection in there for the advanced surveillance systems... are there already plans?”
The answer was presented in another set of blueprints: “Yes, net-connection are going through the main hub here at R, |R and I4 and server control centre that is connected directly to the station’s main CPU. Or architecture and cable connection should guarantee flawless data streaming between main computer and Rehab Centre Datacenter.”
Mr. Henderson, who was watching the presentation via a long-distance video stream asked the next question: “What is the cost we are talking about for the basic, one-storey version of the building – without medical equipment?”
One of the aides handed Rebecca a chart and she quickly looked over the calculation: “Jack, thank you for asking about the money aspect." she checks some numbers on her PDA before she looks up again and faces the video wall: "I would say we are talking around 300 to 320 million credits for the basic structure as defined in this presentation. The 2-story 8 medical ward facility would be at about 800 to 850 million. If we want to keep the option for a 2nd floor open, option one goes up to 350 to 400 million.”
“You are aware, Chief Engineer, that this is a massive investment?” the Operations Coordinator seemed to be worried about the expenses of just the shell of the Rehab Centre.
The comment seemed to make the Chief Engineer nervous for a moment: “… ehm… yes, Jack. We however tried to fulfil all the requirements and expectations, as well as we tried to exceed all minimal regulations in all sections linked remotely to security. We did not take low-cost materials into account, nor external contracted labour force due to security concerns. Furthermore, the cost is inside still the budget that I was told we have for the buildings.”
“Just inside..." is the comment and it does not sound really happy. More like concerned. "I’ll see what can be done, Rebecca. Keep me posted and send me the 3 alternatives when you are done here…” is the answer from the video feed, before it shuts down after a few more minutes. The room is silent for a moment before the door opens and a contracted catering crew wheels in some sparkly wine in fine glasses. The tension abates when people get up from their chairs and walk to the cart, or help themselves to glasses from the trays that waiters and waitresses were offering.
Rebecca was talking to her assistant, Robin Juh, with a glass in her hand: “What do you think?” she asks him and he just nodded: “I think we have a job to do. They bought the shell concept. I bet it will be the basic version… still, we go for the sturdy construction – just in case they want to add the 2nd floor later. Let’s be prepared, and... let's send these blueprints to Operations Coordination asap, so we can have a drink.”
Rebecca could not help but smile when the file showed as "upload completed" and she nodded to her colleague: "... we earned ourselves one or two drinks, indeed."
A week later: On board the Cryer Vessel "Watt" bound for Tau 37
David Avant, Head of Departments in Cryer Solutions was on his personal ship which was headed for Tau 37. The journey was rather treacherous to say the least, especially considering the cargo aboard the vessel was Stabiline. A precious delivery which was the first of many to be delivered to the IMG installation 'Fort Siloso'. Though the shipment also included various pieces of essential equipment.This included the Stabiline application equipment, various refrigeration units. Test tubes and other assorted lab objects. Most of which had been labeled 'fragile' repeatedly in the cargo bay.
David was rather on edge - mind you he always was, however more so than usual. This wasn't the line of work he was used to and considering his new found position within Cryer Solutions. The man was now 37 and had spent the last few years sitting in his old Ravens Talon drinking - the ship never actually flew anymore. Crashing into a landing pad drunk one day sorted that out for him. This was until one day he got an inheritance buying the ship he was aboard now. His reputation didn't seem to stop Cryer Solutions hiring him either, however he was reliable, probably one of his few qualities that his crew respected him for. David wanted this to work out, he really did.
The vessel itself was an old Libertonian Bison - class transport. However it was heavily modified with additional Armour plating and advanced weapon systems. David had this ship outfitted for the very task of delivering the shipment to the IMG out in Tau systems considering how notoriously hostile they were.
The crew aboard the ship busily went about their business, David stood there in his black suit with his arms folded staring directly out the bridge windows of the ship for any signs of trouble. His first officer, Ethan Davis, turned with a large data pad to hand, looking directly at David. "Not long now, sir. We just did a quick damage assessment of the ship after that last encounter and the engineers report no noteworthy damage." Ethan chuckled briefly "Ruddy Outcast's hardly scratched the paint. " as he held out the data pad to David, who briefly checked over the ship reports and data readings - he paused at the cargo status, hesitating for a moment before handing the data pad back to Ethan.
"Don't get overconfident. We aren't there yet, we were just lucky so far. This is also, if you didn't notice, a war zone, so do me a favor and keep the jokes until we've safely delivered the cargo?" he said firmly. David did not take kindly to mistakes. Especially not on the first major operation under his watch. "Ethan did you ensure they got our estimated time of arrival message. We can't afford to simply sit around waiting for docking clearance. Especially with the cargo we have aboard. It's liable to attract attention that i really don't need at this point in time."
Ethan nodded, glancing up from his data pad "Yes sir. They were notified of an exact time and we are currently on schedule. Precisely - in fact. Mind you we've been steaming full speed ever since that Outcast incident to make up for lost time. I have also arranged for refueling on the facility when we arrive. Cutting it close on the fuel situation is putting it lightly." Ethan said in a rather calm manner. "Good Ethan." David stated sharply. "Continue with your duties and inform me when we have visual contact with the station."
Ethan nodded before turning on his heel and continuing his work. David finally retreated to his office, a few doors down the passageway from the bridge and sat behind his desk. On the table were various documents of Stabiline. The room itself had white walls, in the far away corner with various scientific looking objects scattered across various tables. A man in a white lab coat was working away at what seemed to be a sample of Stabiline to check for any imperfections in the batch.
David had been studying how the drug had actually been composed in the hope of improving it further. However he feared that the limitations had already been met by other scientists. He still tried to come up with theories none the less. He pondered away to himself as the ship rattled away in the background about how his life would actually turn out, this was certainly the most stressful job he had ever done. David sighed "All good?". There was a minute or so of silence before the man looked up "Yeah, sir. Perfect.". David nodded, turning to his screen, waiting for the station to hail the ship as they approached being only a system away now.
David was curious as to why they hadn't met any IMG vessels thus far. "Curious.." he said to himself glancing onto his other monitor which relayed the ship status and scanner directly to his office. David preferred to be aware of his vessel and surrounds at all times. Didn't matter to him what the mission was, it got completed to the best of his and ships ability irrespective of what happened during or after. "They're probably just keeping a low profile like us" he thought. The ship was by now not far from the Tau 37 jump hole.
David reached across the desk, tapping the intercom "All hands, batten down the hatches. We are entering Tau 37 shortly. Prepare for jumping sequence and activate the ship transponders when we enter the system. Get to it people." he released the button sighing before continuing his work on the documents scattered across the desk. Annotating various designs and schematics of equipment, the ship he was on and of a note regarding Stabiline. "This job certainly keeps me busy these days" - he thought as he scribbled away on a document. The words 'I miss you' he had written before scoring it out furiously. Cursing under his breath as the ship entered the jump sequence.
On board of "Nasturtia", a Wisp Innovations Bison class logistics vessel.
"Why am I always being sent out for such boring things..." Sasha sigh, leaning back in the captains chair with her feet up on the ships dashboard. The enterior was, plainly to be said, very blue. There are two more crew members helping fly the vessel itself, working with the ship on two open holoprojected control panels, while a group of five is in charge of keeping order within the transported cargo bay, and the on board laboratory fully equipped with the latest rehabilitation equipment, as well as chemical development tools for testing drugs and such.
One of the crew members runs into the main bridge holding up his PDA. "Loging the inventory has just been finished, we have about five hundred crates of Stabiline, about one large crate of field treatment tools of our own, and the rest is crates of medical equipment from.. " It takes him a moment to read it, mouthing it with a slightly confsued tone. "Kellis Biotech? Erm, captain? "
Sasha after hearing, takes one deep yawn as she puts her feet down with a thump of her boots. "What about it Stan?" She kicks off from the dashboard making the captains chair spin into his direction now facing the crew member. "I mean why the questionable tone?"
"Well, miss, I have no idea what that is..? "
She breaths out, leaning back. "Recently Wisp funded a project on board of Cambridge Research Station, Kellis Biotech? Well, erm.. not a project, its kinda like a startup company. I dont know I dont bother to.. "
"Well, alright miss, er I mean captain." He puts down his PDA seeming a bit shamed that he was so uninformed, as he turns around walking back towards the cargo bays holding the device pressed up his chest.
"Call me Sasha god damn it, I'm a human as well you know?" She has a slight smile on her as still leaning back, she kicks the chair back into its original position. "Alright crew, we will be arriving to the Tau's shortly.. prepare yourselves. I think they should be expecting our arrival soon."
Rebecca Jameson - Chief of Engineering, Falkland Base, Tau 37:
Good day, my name is Rebecca Jameson, Chief Engineer on Falkland. Today I am proud to report about our progress of enlarging the former "Cathedral". Progress has been made after the adaption of mining material to the complex geology. I'll spare you the details, but these are the drills that have become necessary to penetrate the rock at the speed that our ambitious goals demand. The picture shows the first breakthrough on the Tunnel 1a section with an maintainance tunnel shaft of the abandoned Niobium mine.
With the help of 14 of these MX-T8 excavators, a major breakthrough between Tunnels Sections 1 and 4 could be achieved yesterday. These pictures show the moment when the remaining rock barrier gives way in the main section. Tunnels 2 and 3 will be connected by the end of the week, if eveything goes according to plan.
In the rest of the tunnels that have already reached the required diameter, scaffolding work has already begun. Gantry scaffolding for the installation of X4-membranes is in place. The X4-membrane is necessary to create a barrier between rock, included ice, meltwater or any other material that we do not want inside the facility. You can also see the initial shotcrete lining that is mainly intended to give additional strength to the interior.
The Engineer team is confident that the essential excavation works can be completed by the end of the month.
I'll take your questions now... over here, Ma'am...
There is a reason for everything we do
It is about the things we love
The people we care about
We are the only thing that matters
And we defend it against them
Jack Henderson was looking over the cargo manifests of Operation New Life and the reports from the Falkland construction site. The two week delay caused by the unexpectedly complex geology and challenging engineer work was annoying, however not a cause for major changes to the overall project. While project managers were getting nervous, Jack was not worried.
For him personally, the project was too important to even think about it failing. He had been waiting for more than 6 years. A month, two months, half a year… it wouldn’t matter. Eventual success was what really mattered.
His eyes shifted to the picture of his wife and daughter. Looking at them with a thoughtful look in his eyes and a furrowed brow, he leaned back, letting his thoughts go back to the place and time when the wish of destroying the Cardamine Empire became a personal agenda, and later turned into an essential aspect of his life.
Drifting off for a moment, it all came back. It all started when he met Anna. When he fell in love with the wild, passionate, untameable woman that captivated him with her charms. It was when he found out about the addiction that she was hiding from him in the beginning, fearing it would break what they were sharing. It was when he learnt about Anna’s mother being held hostage on Malta to keep her daughter and his wife in check. It was because of Anna that Cardamine became more than a statistical number in Guild interception reports. The destruction of the Outcast economy became as personal as can be, a matter of life or death.
The content, naive smile of his baby daughter Lisa reminded him every day of the burden that the child was carrying. An illness passed to her by her mother, deemed impossible to cure just a few years ago. Cardamine-induced genetic mutation with largely unknown, often unpredictable and erratic consequences.
Anna Blanca, Anna the White. The Pure. It has never been truer than in the photo of her and newly born Lisa in her arms. The proud feature of his wife holding the baby in her arms. That’s where his eyes turned. What a moment. The miracle of life. And it was just minutes before the devastating, yet expected diagnose was given that the baby’s genome had been changed by her mother’s addiction to the Orange Dream. There is no means of preparing for this message.
Jack remembered the moment when the doctors started to apply light dosages of Cardamine to the artificial environment that was keeping his daughter alive. The small cute nose and open mouth, breathing the poisonous air necessary to keep her alive. Love and hate, together so closely.
The happiest moments, so close to the deepest abysses of despair. As a consequence of suffering through these first weeks in which it was unclear whether Lisa would live or die, his determination grew to find a cure. To preserve his family. To protect it from what was threatening their happiness.
It led to the conclusion that there was a life-or-death necessity to destroy the enemy, or at least disarm him by taking away his weapon that inflicted the grievous hit on him and the ones he loves. Eventually, all the anger and fear merged into the passionate strive for revenge on those who wanted to destroy his family.
Without spending any more thought on the financial draft that presented seemingly exorbitant numbers in dark red to him and the treasury, he signed off on the Chief Engineer’s proposal to overcome the new obstacles.
If the Guildmasters or the Treasury objected, he would find a way. Years of Administration of Dublin Affairs full of shady high-risk high-profit business with the Mollys and covert deals with the Hessians and the Coalition had helped to accumulate a considerable amount of dirty money that appeared in no official Guild accounts and that the Guildmastery never asked questions about – for very good reasons.
He took a long, thoughtful look at the table. He didn’t have to search for the note that he had scribbled there years ago. It made him smile for a moment when he leaned back, repeating the motto to himself.
The things we do for love.
The actions we take because we have no choice.
He wrote the reply to the Falkland Chief Engineer in his concise style.
“Make it work.”, it simply read when he pushed the send button.
Aboard CT Verbena, Jimmy Kellis was floating in the threshold between the cockpit and crew rooms. The artificial gravity was off and he was meditating in perfect zero-g, wondering why so many people preferred to not use the most amazing thing about space travel.
Verbena was travelling through Tau-37, having come through the jump hole just a moment before. The Pelican transport was carrying medical equipment destined for Falkland where it would be used to treat those exposed to the threat of Cardamine. Some of the prototypes of this equipment Jimmy made himself, several years ago still as a student of Cambridge Medical University. He reminisced the days spent in his worklab, assembling drones and other instruments that later were tested and often purchased by Cryer.
His girlfriend, Victoria Jenkins was piloting the Pelican. The milk-white cloud of the Malvinas Nebula slowly revealed an asteroid base carved into a rock that was much larger than the others. He noticed the docking and mooring ports. Falkland.
"Falkland Base, this is Kellis Biotech transport CT Verbena, we are delivering medical equipment for the New Life project, over," he heard through the open cockpit doors. Victoria spoke quickly and concisely, immediately showing who fulfilled what role in their relationship. Jimmy had his head in the clouds, Victoria kept her both feet on the ground. He smiled slightly and soon the autopilot began the mooring procedure. Victoria spun around on the pilot seat.
"I'm turning the AG on," she said. Jimmy opened his eyes and stood, as ma'am captain turned on the gravity. The steel plating of the Pelican's floor hit his shoes and he again felt the uneasy feeling of ground beneath his feet. Victoria kissed him.
"We'll be unloading the equipment shortly. Don't keep me waiting," she ran her finger across his cheek and walked out towards the cargo bays. Jimmy sighed. They were going to spend quite a while here, installing the medical equipment and making sure everything worked as intended. But, they were also being paid a substantial bonus by the Wisp headquarters, for preventing the spread of Cardamine or something like that. He smiled and followed Victoria. They were helping people. That's what counted.
Henry Harcourt, Chief Engineer, IMG Research and Exploration
Jakarta Space Colony
Henry Harcourt strode briskly into Main Hangar B, tapping at the tablet he held in his hand. During the passage from Aland to Jakarta he had been delayed by the sudden appearance of mysterious rocks, seemingly of Nomad origin, in Bretonia. It was an opportunity he could not afford to miss, the rocks being made entirely of en exceptionally rare mineral, Azurite, and he had stopped on the journey from Aland to Jakarta to take samples. As a result he was well behind schedule, and the discovery of two of his apprentices totally stoned on Synth Weed in a toilet cubicle had not done anything to improve matters. He shook his head: these Cryer pilots were a bad influence, but he'd have to put up with them - they were a necessary evil if the success of this project was to be counted on.
He scrolled through his tablet screen, checking his mission brief. In short, he was to oversee the temporary conversion of the research vessel Scotia to a hospital ship to treat Outcasts and rescued slaves alike of their bondage to Cardamine until a permanent treatment facility was completed on Falkirk following expansion work. "Project New Life" they called it. He wasn't sure he liked the idea of welcoming a rabble of Outcasts onboard his ship, but orders were orders.
The first few rescued slaves had already come aboard, freed from a Lane Hacker slaver earlier that day. Although their physical bondage was broken their bodies still belonged to the foul drug. A team of medics was tending to them, administering Stabiline as soon as the symptoms of Cardamine withdrawal became apparent. They reminded him of his own family, fleeing from Leeds after the invasion: dazed, fearful and utterly exhausted. The lucky ones. He remembered his mother's last shuddering gasps onboard Stokes as her lungs struggled to inhale more of the poisoned air pumped onboard by the KNF that was shutting down her body... No. This was not the place.
The familiar bulk of the Scotia looming up ahead gave him some small reassurance. Henry walked over to the gangway, dodging nimbly out of the way of a cargo-bot and up into the hull of the ship. He ran his hand along the battle-scarred exterior as he entered, feeling the rough surface pockmarked by countless micrometeoroids and hostile weapons. The ship's fully modular construction meant that as soon as the last containers of Azurite were out of the hold pressurised habitation modules could be placed in their place to serve as wards. Even so there was still much to do. The living quarters were being expanded to home the dozens of guards that would be watching over the Outcasts onboard, laboratories were being converted into treatment rooms and the ship's security systems were being upgraded to ensure that the Outcasts would not be a threat to the safety of the ship and her crew.
Henry stood in the slowly emptying hold watching workers sending loaded cargobots clambering over the cold steel of the hangar with strange, spider-like movements. With a brief nod to the nearest docker, he turned away and returned to his silent brooding.
My name is Veronicy Ryan, and I'll be your guide around the Falkland excavation site of the New Life Project. The Guild is pleased to be report the successful completion of a milestone in the project. Today, we invite you to take a look at the finished Cathedral, the space that will soon house the main building of the New Life Rehabilitation Center.
What you can see is the Dome of "The Cathedral", that's what the workers called this main hall of the excavation site. The dome was hewn into firm bedrock and reinforced by various means that the chief engineers will tell you more in one of the interviews - if you are interested in technical details.
You can already see working crews starting the construction of the buildings that are going to fill the dome-shaped vault. Upon completion, and in extreme cases there will be space for a maximum of 1.500 patients at a time to receive emergency treatment. Long term treatment for Cardamine addiction takes a longer approach, which has only become real by the close cooperation between the Independent Miners Guild and our Cryer Pharmaceutical partners. New Life will offer 500 places for the heavily addicted to regain their freedom and reclaim their lives by employing cutting-edge Cryer medical personel, machinery and the famous Stabiline medicine. You'll get the opportunity to meet a Cryer representative after this.
Please follow me to Section 2B, which Falkland crews call "The Forest" because of the vertical pillars that support the cavern. This part will house all the machinery, cables, emergency energy supply, and every infrastructural equipment that patients, crews and reportes will never see once it is finished. So, consider yourself lucky.
What you can see are 424 pillars that provide the necessary stability to house a Deuterium power plant in the future, so that the New Life Hospital can operate without having to rely on Falkland's power infrastructure. Given the fact that Falkland infrastructure is ageing, and the necessity for an 100 percent stable power supply, this is what we came up with to house it. In case of a necessity to expand, we keep the option open of putting three ceilings into The Forest structure, so that we gain 4 levels. But that's something for the future.
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