The globe hovered in its berth, rotating slowly with a holo of the Traxis in geosynchronous orbit. Geoffrey leaned on the desk, chin on his arms, as he watched the model of his ship float around the small ice planet.
The Traxis had arrived in outer orbit two days before with orders to examine the world and determine its validity for colonization. From the preliminary scans, Geoffrey saw nothing worthwhile about the rock. All of the water on the crust was locked in ice that reached hundreds of feet deep in the poles. It was a barren desert.
He really didn't want to risk any of his crew sending them down to the surface. The weather patterns were some of the strangest he had seen on any planet, with continent-wide storms whipping up in a matter of hours that scoured the ice shelves until they shone like mirrors. It gave the world a luminous quality, a pearl suspended in the dark depths of space.
The door beeped at him, announcing a visitor to the captain's quarters. Geoffrey checked the chronometer, saw it was nearly time for the ready team to leave.
“Enter,” he called.
The door slid open with a quiet hiss and the ready team leader, Burkley, entered to stand at attention.
Geoffrey looked him over, considering the new protective gear his engineers had developed to protect his people from the extreme cold. Probes had shown surface temperatures, even near the equator, never rose over -50° Celsius. They had retrofitted a few of the spacewalking outfits to handle gravitic movement and while they hardly looked comfortable, Burkley seemed comfortable enough.
“Report.”
Burkley stood at ease, had difficulty putting his arms behind his back, and decided to stay at attention.
“Sir, the ready team will be prepared for surface exploration on schedule. Six spacewalking outfits have been outfitted to handle surface conditions, including the likelihood of storm activity. GPS locators, extra carbon dioxide scrubbers, heat generators. Francos and Hedrick will collect a few core samples to determine crust composition. Klu and Opoitos will search for any organic materials on the surface the probes may have missed. Genaro will focus his attentions on the ice composition to see if it would be practical to use this planet as a water source.”
“And your role, Burkley?”
Burkley smiled at the familiar question. “As always, sir, my role is to get everyone back to the Traxis alive and well.”
Geoffrey nodded. He took one last look at the globe on his desk, a strange feeling tugging at the back of his mind, before standing.
“I'll see you off, Burkley.”
The captain and his ready team leader entered the hallway and stepped onto the transport belt. They waited in silence while they were carried to the shuttle bay in the belly of the ship, which was alive with last-minute activity. Crew members went over final checklists preparing the two drop ships that would depart planet-side. The ready team stood to one side of the hangar, going over the new additions to their suits with Traxis engineers who assured them repeatedly that if anything changed in the suit, they would be waiting at the comms to help.
It was a regular sight for the surveyor ship and one Geoffrey had participated in and overseen countless times in his twenty-five years of spacefaring. He had explored dozens of worlds for the Human Continuum's constant expansion and none had been nearly as remote or devoid of discernible life as this one.
The chronometer above the bay doors clicked down toward the mission start time. Crews pulled back from the dropships as they ran through initial system and engine checks. The ready team boarded their ships, Opoitos piloting one, Burkley the other. Comms flared to life as the dropships communicated readings to each other, overheard by the engineers who were receiving the same information on remote terminals.
Everything was ready on time, as Geoffrey knew it would be. His crew was experienced and dedicated to each other. The captain stood on the flight deck as the dropships engaged thrusters and descended into the bay airlock. The comm unit on Geoffrey's hip squawked once.
“Permission to sortie, Captain.”
Geoffrey brought the comm to his mouth. “Permission granted, Burkley. Eyes open and get back soon.”
“Tell the chefs to hold dinner for us.”
Alarm klaxons sounded as the airlock depressurized and the outer doors opened. Geoffrey watched on a terminal as the dropships slipped out of the bay doors and descended into the upper atmosphere. For the moment, they had a clear path and no storms were brewing. The captain hoped it stayed that way but he had seen how quickly they could develop.
“Engineer Kriston, did you prepare the ships with de-icing equipment and protocols?”
“Yes sir.” The answer came immediately but Geoffrey caught the concerned look that flashed between the engineer crew. “Thrusters have been outfitted with external heaters to prevent ice buildup. The crews also have torches to clear the wings if they see buildup there. Officers Burkley and Opoitos were briefed on the protocols.”
Geoffrey nodded. He had read that in the mission pre-report. This survey, though...
“Thank you, Engineer. Keep me apprised of the mission status.”
The engineers saluted. Geoffrey returned the salute and left the bay. He hopped back on the transport belt and let it carry him to the bridge. His instincts whispered to him but he had faith in the abilities of his crew. Hovering about would not be benefit anyone.
He reached the bridge. His senior officers saluted from their positions and Geoffrey took his place in the captain's booth. The seat conformed around him and the visor dropped over his eyes, locking into place with a snap onto the adapters implanted in his temples.
Immediately, the ship's systems appeared in his mind, a glittering collection of readings, displays, and controls. Geoffrey took a moment to examine everything, letting his mind filter through the wealth of information that now flooded his cerebrum. Though each of the systems could be accessed from terminals on the bridge, his booth gave him control of everything with only a thought.
It was an older system, one that had required a decade of training and teaching. Several had died during the neural transmitter implant procedure. It was quickly replaced, the Continuum deciding it was impractical to require that much training for one person to captain a ship and what should happen if he or she was incapacitated or killed.
Geoffrey had had the system installed on his ship in addition to the standard stand-alone terminals. It gave him an intimate knowledge of the ship, as if it were an extension of his own body, that he would not have given up for anything. Even if he were to die, the crew could still pilot the ship, but he could do it faster and with greater dexterity in his booth.
He tuned into the ship's sensors that were following the dropships. They had broken through the upper atmosphere without incident and were on course for their LZ. A quick meteorological scan detected a light wind from the southern polar region that could be the harbinger of a storm. Geoffrey set the ship's systems to alert him should a pressure system develop from it.