<<<>>> The actual sealing process consisted of several layers of doors, one near the outside that would eventually lead to the foreign planet, several more inside that would slowly balance the pressure and environment. Horten stepped along with the mild annoyance of a man that had been doing this for a very long time, while Johnson was more cautions. The sheer amount of things that could go wrong was a very real thought. Contrary to popular ideology, Driri C514 was far enough from the known solar system that most ‘normal’ rules didn’t quite work here anymore. Even the known ‘rules’ were all that only applied to Earth. Ever since this mission was started, scientists had been rewriting the laws of science. Equations now worked on some planets, while not others.
Horten just gazed at the landscape, a bright pink and blue, something akin to a dream. There were orangish bubbles containing some type of liquid (if one could call it that) floating about in the air, lush forests filled with deep greens and blues with vines protruding everywhere, hovering. It was a binary star system, but both stars were far enough that aside from the yellow dots in the sky, there was still some kind of flora here.
“What are you doing!” Horten snapped.
Johnson looked up with a jagged half-smile, “Just examining this plant, sir.” Horten grumbled again before trudging forwards. Johnson lagged behind a little longer to watch the vines gently wrap around his glove before pulling away. If he was less focused on his partner, the vine almost seemed sad with the lost touch.
Horten pulled out the communication device again. “Commander Horten to headquarters, can you read me?”
“-aine receiving you-” was the static response. Eyes widening, Horton took a few steps forwards in some vain attempt to boost the signal.
“That’s not gonna work,” Johnson lamented.
“Major Blaine receiving you, loud and clear,” was the light, wispy, feminine voice from the communicator. Johnson chose to ignore that. Horton just snorted.
“Yes, yes, we’re on the planet,” he continued into the device, “and I suspect that the ‘life’ here could be in the-”
“Hey Witney,” Johnson said while snatching up the communicator, “look luv, the ground isn’t purple. Guess who owes me credits?” Major Blaine just laughed from the other end. “Boys, focus on your mission, please.”
“Nu-uh, credits ma’am.”
“Deryl! I said that the ground just had to be a colour not on the visible spectrum,” she clarified.
“Three days ago, Major Witney Blaine attested to a bet over a hundred credits for the environment of this planet-” Johnson started in a mock reporter voice.
“According to my data here, there is also a hint of infrared,” she continued, “and that means I’m correct.”
Horten decided to snatch back the communicator while Johnson just sulked in a stupor. They had this competition thing for a while now and Horten wanted none of that. Leave the frolicking to the young childish cadets, but he prefered the sticking to the mission.
“Can you get us a visual of the cave ahead? I may have detected a potential life form in there,” Commander Horten continued.
“Oh, Frank, you’re back. Uh, of course…lemme see…running diagnostics…” she muttered while faint sounds of a clacking keyboard echoed. Johnson occupied himself by going back to a few more plants, kneeling to examine them. They varied in colours and translucency, the one he was currently holding almost a see-through blue. Like the last plant, smaller tendrils extended out to wrap around his gloves, pulsing with a new light.
“Frank, how much do I have to pay you to bring this plant onboard?”
“Much more then you can afford and it’s against protocol to bring foreign organisms aboard,” was the immediate response.
“What if I start a mutiny?” Johnson replied.
“You can’t- wait, what? Say again?” Horten paled. Blaine just giggled from her end of the line.
“Oh, you know. It’s just that the rules are booooooaring and I think our ship could use a little greenery,” Johnson glanced at the colour of the vines he was holding, “er…some blueery.”
“This is ridiculous and not something to be joked about,” Horten continued.
“Nah, think about it, I just need the support. Witney, you’re with me, right? I promise to get you a plant as well, specifically a purple one.”
Major Blaine laughed once more, clearly muffled over her sleeves, “Heh, sure, but you still owe me credits.”
“Of course, luv,” Johnson said, winking out of habit though she wouldn’t have seen him, “I always love a good revolt. Now then, care to update us in the situation of the caves?”
@CrazyCaliope I really love this idea and what you are doing here. Definitely count me in for any future posts like this. I hope I didn’t stray too far from your original idea : )