Maister, who had been silent for quite a while suddenly felt the need to indicate that he himself was in charge of the Exoarchaeology section. A department with greater significance than Planetary research. Just as he opened his mouth to speak he changed his mind.
What am I doing right here? Entering a childish competition of "my toy is better"?
So he ended up looking like a fish gasping for air. Definitely not the most pleasant or dignifying sight. So, in order to save what little dignity he had left he decided to accelerate things a bit. At least the woman looked like she wouldn't mind a slightly increased speed of the wheels that turned everything.
No, meine Frau. The planets aren't standing still while we're sitting in a bar. And so isn't the object of our interest. It may sink to unreachable depths or even fall apart. I do believe that it wouldn't hurt to shift a gear or two higher.
He then looked at everyone participating in the conversation.
So, shall we? I mean, the beer is getting warm.
Karl chuckled as he pointed at the window, through which the gloomy surface of planet Schutz, shimmering in faint lighting of active volcanoes could be seen.
Yes, I guess that even the best scenery loses its charm over time. Our plans so far, Frau Pennybrooke.
A map of Omega 11 flickered into life, being emitted from a small device placed on the table.
Maister ceased the opportunity to make himself noted.
A small depot, perhaps an orbiting ship could be set up in low orbit around Deidus. Thus it would be shielded from the intense radiation. It would also solve the problem of supplies as it would eliminate the need for constant crossings of the Abgrund. The aspect of actually reaching down to the wreck still remains unclear. That is where the knowledge and experience of the DHC step in.