06-12-2014, 03:38 PM
Her goal was simple, keep everyone happy and engage them from time to time, even if she had to look or act like an idiot. To be surrounded by hardened soldiers was bad enough, but to not joke around and have fun? Psh! That was to lose ones grip on humanity. Mankind was all about communication and interaction. If she had to suck the jelly out of doughnuts to get people to laugh, she would. There was a reason she was Lt. Walker. She could easy slip between assassin and Human Resources.
As Underwood spoke about an amazing campfire meal, Jenny beamed. "Shall we tell ghost stories too?" Her eyes rolled back some as she wondered what it would all feel like. None of them had ever lived anyone but on their ships. They never sat on solid ground. They never tasted the dirt. They never touched grass. Well, they did -- but it was all artificial. This would be the real deal. They wouldn't be in some simulation machine. They wouldn't be dealing with artificial food made in test tubes -- she could taste Belmont's disdain with her questioning and naive nature.
Thinking all that made her wonder how the others would fair without their fake food. Without what the labs produced. Whatever happened to good, old-fashioned farming? Irrigation systems and plowing? Crap for fertilizer?
Exhaling through her nostrils, Jenny tried to relax. There was no point getting riled up over Riley's judgmental gestures. Even though the woman didn't speak, her body language still said it all. Clearly, this woman thought Lt. Walker a moron and unfit for the role. If only the freak of nature knew why she, Riley, didn't get the role. Flunked the psychology test with a big, fat zero.
Her gaze fell on Dr. Collins as he spoke. This guy was far nicer and seemed to understand things to a lighter (and nicer) degree.
"I would love to taste real beans," she chided. "The kind without genetically modified genes and properties." A shrug followed in a casual manner. "Though I fear eating anything down there without proper testing. Guess that's why we were each given these testkits." Patting her hip, the woman pointed to a small box on her hip. Everyone had the same box; it had test strips for checking pH and acidity levels. The testkit also had a probe for radiation levels that would chirp whenever someone got close to high level of radiation. The kit also contained some pills for anyone who accidentally consumed poisonous materials. Empty viles, tubing, and needles were in their too -- for those "in a pinch" blood transfusions.
Moving past the others, Walker find herself looking over the radar scanners and devices with Riley. Rubbing her nose to take away an inch, an unamused look came to her lips. "Vang-- Zeke, I presume you and your pilots will handle that matter when it arises?"
"It'll be tricky, but we should be able to manage. The main thing is to not get knocked off course. When we get closer, we can look for a space and enter then, presuming we don't burn too much fuild and have a low dose when we get close. Not to mention, our location from Earth could prove problematic."
"The gravitational pull, I presume?"
"Yeah, if we get too close, we could be sucked in. We won't have enough boost to kick us back. When we get near the moon's orbit, we'll get a closer look."
"Make it Jupiter. We'll have the asteroid belt to deal with at that point anyway."
"Valid point," Zeke nodded. "We'll put up a timer so when we get close to the belt, I'll call you and Captain Chauhan to the front."
"Thanks," hands on her hips, she turned around to view the others. "We had a long day today. We should try to get some rest." Head over her shoulders, she looked down at the pilots. "You too," she commanded.
"We'll take shifts," Zeke acknowledged before dismissing the others.
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