IC - Stars Without Number: Unknown Space

[JNAProductions]

Nerissa, as soon as she's able, dashes for her room. She practically throws the ill-fitting clothes off, and returns to her standard jumpsuit. "Sweet relief," she mutters to herself.

Once she's comfy, she starts to look up info on the storms-she knows of them, but she wants to check what kind of hardening her equipment and whatnot might need, how to best handle errant lightning strikes if any should damage the vessel or anything else, and anything else of importance.

[DoctorFaust]

After half an hour waiting for a response, Victor stifles a laugh at the end of second contact. "That was incredibly anticlimactic," he mutters as he walks to the door.

Once he's back in his bunk, he spends the time reviewing any historical records that Egiria has on Junos' tech base and tactics in previous wars. He doesn't expect that things will come to blows as soon as they land, but the possibility of anti-Egiria factions existing is something he can't discount and assumes his superior officers haven't either.

[LarsWester]

Francis Logos returns to his chambers and researchers the storms of Junos. He decides that a piece of propaganda that shows the viewer how lucky they are to be born on Egria instead of a planet wrack with day long storms is the sort of piece that could impress some of the politicians here on the mission. He wanted to get his facts straight but also wanted to include the audio where the ship was requested to wait until the storms die down. He has this audio replay over graphics of an intense storm before his voice comes in Imagine for a moment not being blessed enough to call Egria your home. Instead your home is planet racked with day long storms so violent to shut down all traffic. Huddling indoors for cover for days possibly weeks as the planet's elements put forth their best effort to end life on its surface...

[Old Overholt]

Xela remained on the bridge as many of the crew began to disperse. Anti-climatic indeed. She seemed befuddled by the rather administrative conversation. Clearly, there was misalignment in expectations with the near entirety of the crew gathering on the bridge and the static-filled communication that was received. She watched the faces of the disappointed, frustrated, and perplexed envoy leaving the bridge. She chose to linger, running over the communication in her head and observing the bridge while she had the opportunity.

50 hours? True, this wasn't her planet and she wasn't a meteorologist by any means - but a 50 hour storm? What must that be like on the ground? And is it even true? What could happen in 50 hours? Two days is enough time to pull something together.

By the time she was able to pull herself away from her thoughts and imagination, she found herself sitting at an empty station. Blinking at the massive console in front of her, she shot up to a standing position once she realized where she was.

"Easy, crewman," a voice nearby said. "You must be the replacement operations support staff for third shift?" A rather junior officer stood nearby, perhaps having taken a break from the station and thinking she was shooting up to attention as he approached. "We're not in the military, no need for that. Something else, huh? All that travel for 30 seconds of comm static, right?"

Xela nodded nervously, not wanting to admit anything about herself. What followed was four hours of rigorous training on the ship's diagnostics equipment to which Xela feigned both interest and competence in as the officer showed her how to access and interpret the screens. When it was all over, she made a beeline for the exit and her quarters with a headache and a lunch date she fully intended to avoid the following day. Throwing herself into her bunk, she buried herself under her sheets in a curled up ball, dreading her next shift.

[Hemnon]

Kenzo Gabriel
His attempted visions lead to not much of actual value, beyond a late local-time evening patient coming to the infirmary for a headache on the first day, with not much else happening over the following 24 hours afterwards.

Nerissa Roubis
Initial research'd show that any and all shuttling to and from the planet won't have any problems as long as said shuttle is not caught inside a storm itself, since it's the winds and intensity of the storms that are truly dangerous, not so much the potential lightning strikes.
It would however been a good idea to have a static-removal item in the shuttle so as to basically remove whatever static the chaotic weathers of Junos Null might cause from it's turbulent weatherpatterns.

Victor Browning
Junos Null is quite clearly a stunted society in terms of it's technological redevelopment, compared to, say, Egiria. It's like someone or something had just switched off all technological progress for about 100-200 years at the least, since Junosian tech is around what the fragmented records of old earth states that earth had been at prior to the Spike Drive's creation. It's been about two decades since the original visit and tech overall has only developed towards sturdiness and reliability rather than innovative advancements.
Which makes sense when you think about it. That local weather seems to require a larger focus on tech development that remains stable and functional with the freakish weather requiring just such technological choices. Ways to stabilize buildings during storms, ways to harvest and make use of lightning for various electronic capacitor banks, more sturdy ocean-water turbine structures, sub-terrainian living areas, etc.
Politically speaking, at least from that original discovery those around-two-decades-ago, spoke of a clear interest for the Junosian people to enter into an amicable relationship with a fellow human civilization, especially one far more technologically advanced than themselves. They do seem to have a rather suspect attitude towards Psychics, but nothing extreme or anything.... but the fact that there's a clear lack of efficient and beyond-primitive training methods used to try and make Psychics at least STOP going nuts and murderous, is the primary reason as to why Psychics aren't exactly looked upon with trusting eyes. Compared to Egiria's Psionic Academy that'd survive mostly intact post-scream, it's like comparing a neolithic people to an early 20th-century civilization in terms of how advanced Egirian Psychics-training is compared to Junos Null's own attempts at it so far.

Francis Logo
Francis would get about the same info as Nerissa did, with how the Storms are abnormally intense and constant. Any layman would clearly be able to see and understand that those storms just look and seem Unnatural. Especially with the local info regarding the fact that such storms had never been reported in any discovered pre-scream databases, etc. Something happened to the world as the Scream passed over it, in the Metaphysical Dimension. As to what that might actually have been... any guess could be about equally valid and plausible.

Xela Chapman
One crewmember on the bridge did quip "Well... I guess they might have more important things to do when they have what looks like the apocalypse of storms over their equatorial living areas. I did hear it's unusual for the storms of that magnitude to traverse over the equatorial line."
And the crewmember had a point. If the locals were used to that mindboggling weather, they should also have skill in planetary weather pattern predictions... maybe they could even have Precogs with some basic training towards directing their skills into a weather-prognosis use.

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If any of you wanna have their character do anything else, before the 50-or-so-hours have passed, let me know, or just do a basic 'spends time awaiting the storms to quiet down' response ICly.

[Hemnon]

The 50 hours timeline passed faster than one might have thought, and as expected, the storm below on the turbulent world ebbed out and left calmish weather for a nice landing being possible.

The ships were comm'd by the planet and this time it'd be one of the Planet's diplomats inviting the Egirian Contingent to land and for the official first-contact talks to initiate.

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Just 3 hours later, you're all on-planet, having landed at what seems to have been the pre-scream shuttle platform of this world.
The planet was rather pretty if a bit disconcerting to be on what with how it felt as if everything had a lowkey static charge to it. A hum that put the teeth on edge, if you will.
along the shuttlepad roadway is local security forces in a relaxed-ready position, awaiting the arrival of their own diplomatic corp to arrive and initiate the the whole chebang - transportation vehicles already visible out at the edge of the roadway leading up to the shuttlepad.

Initial looks of everything seems to be... sturdy. and some of outdated by comparison to Egirian Tech. As if looking back to how stuff looked like when everyone's grand-(maybe even grand-grand-)grandparents were alive, just more robust-looking and designed around the planetary anomalous-weather patterns.
out in the distance you can all also see sparse, low-height builldings, all of which points towards the fact that building TALL on this world is a doomed project with how winds have been recorded to be over 80 kilometers per hour in some of the more intense storms - not to mention to actual constant-storm wracked majority of the planet having more or less an average of at least those 80 kph.
(For comparison, Tropical Cyclones here on reallife earth reaches around 65 kph, so it's not an overstatement that the storms on Junos Null being quite the extreme range of windy weather patterns.)