OstrichFromJoust
Star
- Joined
- Apr 29, 2014
"Earth date: 3rd of August, 3330. We are now a month out from Praxus-7, the garden planet fairly consistent with Earth, minus the atmosphere. Our current shipment is a few thousand tons of coronite, checked in from the Muru Initiative's mining camp on the planet. The Hermes is checking out well, no mechanical issues so far. A potential personnel issue has arisen in the weeks since we've left Praxus-7, several reports are in about things missing from the mess hall, and the personal effects of several crew members. I will be looking into this and presenting my findings in my next report. Yeoman Sanders out." The young woman pressed the holographic display, ending her video message to send it out. Messages could travel much faster than ships, with the specialized transmission tech their company had.
Kara Sanders worked for Muru Initiative, a human-focused corporation that dabbled in lots of markets. Yeoman for the Hermes, a mid-sized transport ship that carried cargo back and forth as needed by the company. She essentially ran the day to day administrative stuff, keeping track of it and reporting back to corporate. Thus, things like the missing items fell into her jurisdiction. She'd already had a few leads, not thinking it was a crew member at all. One of the bags of food in the mess had some holes in the back, and she assumed they'd picked up a stowaway on Praxus-7.
"Aye, aye, sir. I'm approaching the cargo hold now," the woman said, a hand placed against the comm device around her ear. Her light brown hair hung over them, yellow-ish eyes scanning around her. Dressed in a fairly tight suit, the usual fare for space-faring folks, it also had a mounted datapad on her left wrist. She pressed it, turning on a flashlight to poke behind some crates and containers in the hold. Thinking it would be in here, the most space for it to hide in, and their shipment might smell like the planet, remind it of home. She hoped it wouldn't make this too annoying of a task, she had plenty of other work to do besides hunting some random animal for hours.
Kara Sanders worked for Muru Initiative, a human-focused corporation that dabbled in lots of markets. Yeoman for the Hermes, a mid-sized transport ship that carried cargo back and forth as needed by the company. She essentially ran the day to day administrative stuff, keeping track of it and reporting back to corporate. Thus, things like the missing items fell into her jurisdiction. She'd already had a few leads, not thinking it was a crew member at all. One of the bags of food in the mess had some holes in the back, and she assumed they'd picked up a stowaway on Praxus-7.
"Aye, aye, sir. I'm approaching the cargo hold now," the woman said, a hand placed against the comm device around her ear. Her light brown hair hung over them, yellow-ish eyes scanning around her. Dressed in a fairly tight suit, the usual fare for space-faring folks, it also had a mounted datapad on her left wrist. She pressed it, turning on a flashlight to poke behind some crates and containers in the hold. Thinking it would be in here, the most space for it to hide in, and their shipment might smell like the planet, remind it of home. She hoped it wouldn't make this too annoying of a task, she had plenty of other work to do besides hunting some random animal for hours.