-"Here sir, I don't think we have much time left sir, the sun is going down in 2 hours tops" - a man handed him a plate where a map showed the location of the crew and the surrounding area, they were in a northern region of the Valles Marineris that was not yet fully explored. The chances of finding a transportation route were slim, let alone a functioning base.
They had to prepare for the night, even though their suits were able to keep them comfortable in the worst winter on earth it would only consume their batteries even faster, in order to maximize the resources they would have to "lower" the settings and keep their suit environmental capacities to a minimum, it would be a cold night.
-"This thing shows we are at least 78 clicks from the nearest transportation route"
-"Sir, that is an old abandoned route, it was from the first exploration missions, not been used for over 50 years, the closest probably-still-functioning route is going to be twice the distance, sir"
-"Can we adapt one of the rovers to use the tracks in the old route? That at least might take use closer to one of the new routes, right?" - The melody in the voice forced both men to turn their heads, as opposed to their raspy and unpleasant conversation with voices that could barely resemble a par of adults talking, this velvet wave of sounds that reached their ears was nothing they could expect, this woman had been in the same isolation in space for years next to them, the voice was not forced, it was clean, pure, it came without hesitation.
-"We might be able to do that but it's going to take time and right now we don't have much, we need to salvage as much as possible before the sun goes down and then we'll try to figure out how to carry all this equipment to the nearest canyon wall, we need protection and this fuselage is not going to last more than a sol or two"
They had to prepare for the night, even though their suits were able to keep them comfortable in the worst winter on earth it would only consume their batteries even faster, in order to maximize the resources they would have to "lower" the settings and keep their suit environmental capacities to a minimum, it would be a cold night.
-"This thing shows we are at least 78 clicks from the nearest transportation route"
-"Sir, that is an old abandoned route, it was from the first exploration missions, not been used for over 50 years, the closest probably-still-functioning route is going to be twice the distance, sir"
-"Can we adapt one of the rovers to use the tracks in the old route? That at least might take use closer to one of the new routes, right?" - The melody in the voice forced both men to turn their heads, as opposed to their raspy and unpleasant conversation with voices that could barely resemble a par of adults talking, this velvet wave of sounds that reached their ears was nothing they could expect, this woman had been in the same isolation in space for years next to them, the voice was not forced, it was clean, pure, it came without hesitation.
-"We might be able to do that but it's going to take time and right now we don't have much, we need to salvage as much as possible before the sun goes down and then we'll try to figure out how to carry all this equipment to the nearest canyon wall, we need protection and this fuselage is not going to last more than a sol or two"
