Log:Space Team, Scene 4

Space Team 2015/09/01 Breach Griffin Malcolm Indira 4

After a few minutes, Rick climbs out of the cockpit again. He looks over at Griffin and then at Indira, considering them both carefully for a few moments. Rolling his shoulders, Rick inquires, "What kind of supplies should this station have? Food, water, atmosphere, that sort of thing," of Indira.

"But...there were at least thirty people on board," Indira sounds very concerned at the lack of heat. She looks to Rick as he inquires. "The station should have water supplies from earth. Most decks have been converted to Earth's atmopshere, except for a few wings made for other species. Artificial gravity is working. There should be some food stores already."

She shifts in her seat and draws her legs up, folding them indian-style as she rests her hands on her knees. "Some scientists were building a hydroponic farm to supplement food here. I was going to review it."

Indira gestures her hand out to hatch past Griffin. "Once fully repaired and refitted, the space station should be able to serve as a small city. Sleeping quarters, exercise quarters, offices, trade stations..."

"We marooned, Rick?" Griffin asks with a quizzical look on his face.

Inside 12 year old Griffin is bouncing from wall to wall 'YIPEEEEE! I'm a Space Pirate now and I'm NEVER COMING DOWN!' He does his best to contain his child-self with VIPs present.

"Need to assume the worst until we find evidence otherwise, Griffin," replies Rick. He feels grim right now.

"Well, all but local comms are jammed. So it looks like we're stuck here until we can sink however many spaceships are up here," replies Malcolm. He rolls his shoulders a little bit and sits down on the hatch separating the cockpit from the cabin. Planting his hands on his knees, Malcolm offers a warm, cheery smile and a shrug of his shoulders. "But we're up here with someone that knows the layout of the station, two commandos, a steel wall of a pilot, and a bright, intrepid young woman with only a little zero-g sickness."

"Sounds like the winning team to me." Griffin says from outside the ship, though his tone makes it clear to all that he's enjoying himself.