Doctor Varroxxian Posted November 5, 2011 Share Posted November 5, 2011 Starseed Number 3 ... ... reveled in the harsh beauty of Sol. The sun was still powerful, bright ... but not as bright as most know it. This was the belt, where Starseed had been hunting nickel-irons for some months now. She would form her massive servitors with their incredible strength, their amazing precision, and the quantum sharp talons - or teeth - that were the key to mining the rock. She herself floated like a ghost, unperturbed by the chaotic conditions that breaking up the huge space rocks had caused in this tiny part of the vast belt. The belt was a space borne sea of rock with nearly any non-aqueous mineral you could imagine. Even then, some 'aqueous' formations could be found from variant chemistry ... they'd discovered that geology often found a way since the early mars missions. Where the place really excelled was metals ... nickel iron asteroids were a gift. Some of them were almost nickel steel to begin with, and they were found to contain all sorts of heavy elements, rare earths, and crystal formations too. Starseed had been focusing on the steel, moving chunks of the stuff through her gates into trajectories off the ecliptic. Motion was preserved, and when she needed them back simple physics told her exactly where to go. Their distribution along the various paths had been logged, samples organized in a little cave cache on the moon ... and the steel had been solar-spin smelted into ingots. Those rough ingots had been shaped, cut, and pressure welded by her incredible servitors - flawlessly forming the simple but sturdy shell of her ship the Far Star. Before deciding that she really did need to bring baselines along as 'enlisted' crew that simplicity had been enough. Yet now, with no money, she found it very difficult to actually outfit the ship - to complete the build out. A baseline crew would require extensive life support. The shell itself with a little bit of water and air added in had provided more than enough support for her. Pressure was almost earth normal, temperature was easy to regulate based on hull albeido and internal activity, light was provided by her servitors, and radiation was no concern inside ... but baselines needed so much more. Fresh air, clean water, waste processing, food stocks, cooking and hygiene facilities, oh my! She'd started by steeling the LNG truck trailers, but even after they were stripped and welded in place they made her feel guilty. There was no sense in returning them, they'd been welded in as the core and were totally unsuited to their original purpose ... but she wouldn't do that again. It had been easy to take the trailers through a warp at night from the unguarded lot ... but it didn't feel right. 'So', she thought, 'This is all going to take some money, or people with money being involved'. Her mind whirled as she had her servitors shift rock that had such a high gold content it literally glittered in the soft sunlight - occasional veins of native metal even catching bright flashes of sunlight when the angels were right. No one had mined here on any scale, and everything was open ... a world had fragmented here, breaking into billions of wonderfully exposed treasure troves. Though it would take some time, this was money in the bank ... or at least some serious barter. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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