VelocityPolaris

The Prologue The Velocity space program

Ok, Thread is over. I can't work without more attention. Sorry, look for my next story soon.

Kerbal close calls part II - Major Tom's baptism of fire This unfortunate incident was a result of my wanting to make a heroic battle with the newly downloaded skillful weapons mod. I had made a large ship, the warsheep, and was itching to bomb it. Just then, I encountered a Kerbal recruit named Tom Kerman, and, recalling David Bowie's "Space Oddity", (ground control to major Tom) I decided that this was the hero who would destroy the poor ship floating in the nearby waters. Long story short, the weapons missed or did little damage, and the warsheep's AA turret carved up my engine and a wing, spinning us out of control. By now, I had decided that there was no earthly (or, rather, kerbinly) way to save poor Major Tom. Except! I thought back to Danny2462's "messing around in KSP" videos, and remembered that he once used a shockwaves from an exploding (lithobraking) craft to slow the fall of a Kerbal for landing. Major Tom got out, and tried to use his rocket pack to position himself for landing, but the ground was coming up too fast for poor Tom. Fortunately, as the rocket pack jets fired, somehow the game failed to register Tom's impact tolerance and kept him from dying. Does this always work? Who knows? None of the Kerbals are willing to volunteer for a near-suicide mission, and Jebediah is still in Dres orbit.

My closest call was probably when I first got the interstellar mod, and quickly collected antimatter from Kerbin's magnetosphere. Unfortunately, I had drastically underestimated the power requirements for the antimatter containment unit and was losing electricity to power the containment field, even with the mainsail's generator and four plutonium ones helping my solar panels. Fortunately, by the time I was down to 100 watts I finally figured out how to vent the antimatter out of the containment unit safely. Doing so, I was down to 20 watts by the time the unit was safe. I came THIS close to blowing up all of Kerbin, the Mun, and probably Minmus with an accidental antimatter bomb. Needless to say, after that I became quite little more careful when all of Kerbal-kind is at stake. It happens more often than they would like... Besides that, once I accidentally dropped an atomic bomb in the ocean near KSC, with my first attempt at an atomic SSTO, but that's a different story. Just, be more careful when you take your Kerbal out for a relaxing swim in the nearby ocean.

I'm one of those fellows who doesn't have much motivation. So unless someone leaves a comment asking for more, I probably won't have the motivation to add more. Please? Attention? I need attention. A little attention please?

It's not available anymore since the SpacePort closed and the only thing available on curse is the retexture, which requires the main mod. I really want life support, how do I get it?

Argh, the suspense! I must have MOAR!

Back to Wernher Von Braun trivia. He once put fruit flies in a V-2 rocket and sent it to space so that they could do science.

Next part will come out after someone asks for it!

AKSS Intrepid - The Kerbals Gone Interstellar Prologue - an ancient discovery part 3 On the Mun, four spacecraft were present. A science laboratory, a bar and repair station, a gas extraction probe, and a colony module. Jebediah, Bob, Malney, and Barlas, the leaders of the colony, were sharing drinks of Hydrazine (actually used quite commonly as a beverage among Kerbals) with the other sixteen scientists, engineers, and colonists who had newly arrived. Of course, it would have been unwise to have everyone in the bar while the experiments and radios were unmanned. So Dilzon and Derbin Kerman, two of the first five arrivals, stayed in the science module, monitoring biology experiments and waiting for their shift to end so that they could join the festives. Suddenly, as Derbin watched protists eat each other, the radio beeped. Derbin: Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep? Dilzon, what's beeping? Is it an alert? Are meteoroids going to hit us? Are we leaking oxygen? Are the fuel lines leaking into the ventilation systems? Help! Dilzon had known Derbin for years, and was quickly able to calm him. Dilzon: Nothing's wrong, Derbin. Someone's just calling us. Derbin, quite relieved from his friend's reassurance, calmed down and answered the phone. CONSTRUCTION ZONE

In career mode, soon after I had researched survivability, I sent Kelton Kerman, a rare BadS, to fly by Duna, do some science, and return using a trusty LV-909. He flew by Duna as planned, but the ol' LV-909 ran out of fuel trying to get him home while in Kerbol orbit. Stranded in Kerbol orbit, Kelton jury-rigged a cryogenic storage unit using the experiment module's laser. He had a closed-loop life support system, but he probably couldn't stay physiologically healthy while he lived out his days in a tin can. We hope that a rescue mission will be possible eventually, but it is very unlikely. Mostly to honor him, every year a portion of the R&D's funds to to designing a rescue ship. It is unlikely, but WE WILL RESCUE HIM. Eventually.

Very very nice! Recommend you have some ancestor of one of our KSP heroes appear at some point. Example idea: Magus von Kerman

AKSS Intrepid: The Kerbals gone Interstellar Prologue - an ancient discovery part 2 Munson groaned as his toe, sticking out from a large hole in his left boot hit a rock for the umpteenth time. He fell down, shivering at the cold of being on a huge mountain on a windy day. Erfal noticed and hobbled over to him, taking special care not to slip and fall down the steep slope. Munson tried to wave him off, but his friend was too tired to waste time arguing and saw to treating it anyway. Lacking medical supplies, Erfal tore off part of his pant sleeve and wrapped it around Munson's toe, which, by now having been bruised raw, Erfal tried very hard to look at. Munson groaned again, as the rough cotton was a little painful. Fortunately, Erfal managed to spare a little water from his canteen to dampen the discomfort. It wasn't much, but the wounded archeologist was able to struggle to his feet. Erfal, who was quite exhausted from exerting the effort needed to tear off a strip of rough cotton, accidentally looked down. A few thousand meters below, he could see a structure. It looked smaller than Erfal's right eye, which was the dust-less one. He cautiously embraced the ground with his legs, and slowly twisted his head around. Erfal could see the peak, hundreds of meters behind him, with the grand empty satchel they had partially dug into the peak flapping in the wind. Trying to process all of these distances while staying still himself was not helping Erfal. He suddenly felt faint, threw up, and blacked out. Munson, who had begun to hobble along down the mountain again, saw Erfal fall and managed to jog over, wincing in pain the entire time. Erfal had chosen a rather slippery slope to lose consciousness on, and he had began to slide the kilometers down. This may sound like a fast and easy way to get down, but, rest assured, it was not. You see, eventually, Erfal would slide to a cliff in the mountain, where he would stop sliding and start falling. After that, when it became less steep, he would hit the ground at a rather uncomfortable speed. This particular cliff was only about half a kilometer away, and it encircled almost the entire mountain, except for their original path. Munson did not know how far away the cliff was, but he did know that Erfal was approaching it fast and that there would be a lot of paperwork to fill out if Erfal died. With unsurprisingly painful but surprisingly fast speed, Munson began to run after him, almost slipping several times and wincing all of the way. He slipped too, almost screaming in pain but relieving the pressure on his bad foot. He tried to slow down but the rock was too slippery. It seemed that they were both going to fall off and die, until Munson remembered that he had a parachute. While, not entirely. He had an umbrella stowed away in his haversack. It was unlikely, if this was an ordinary umbrella, that he could survive falling off of a cliff with it. However, this umbrella was one of the few nonrigid umbrellas ever made, quite a collectors item but not quite useful in a storm. Munson would normally had thrown the heavy thing away, but he had completely forgotten it was there. If it was nonrigid, however useless in a storm, the thing could serve as parachute. The entirely idea sounded extremely stupid, thought Munson as he shot off of the mountain to begin his deadly descent. However, considering that there was no dumber idea for use, he decided to go through with it. First, enjoying his feelings of weightlessness, he tucked himself into an aerodynamic headfirst position and began falling toward the ground a little faster. Next, he spread his arms into the same floppy position that Erfal was in, shot out a hand and grabbed his arm with some difficulty, and finally reached into his bag, frantically searched for the parumbrella with his hand, finally grabbed the handle, shot the thing out as the ground was getting close, and braced for the impact of deployment. He felt an intense pull, like every part of his body was being yanked toward the ground like an SRB was pushing it. He felt an incredibly strong force try to push his arms away from the umbrella and Erfal. Every ounce of logic on Kerbin stated that he would let go. But at that point, an incredibly inspirational thought crossed his mind: "MY umbrella, physics. No touchy." For reasons beyond the realm of logic, he held on to both Erfal and the umbrella, although in doing so, it became quite painful. After what seemed like hours but was really four seconds of intense pain, he had slowed to a reasonably comfortable crashing speed. Any moment of satisfaction he may of had was rudely interrupted by the ground, which painfully hit his bad foot at a twelve meters per second, sending intense pain up his body and causing him to yell; "This hurts!", as he considered screaming below his level of mental discipline. At this point, they were off the steepest part of the mountain, but the at their altitude averaged about thirty degrees. Munson groaned as they began sliding again. It was a long trip to the bottom. TO BE CONTINUED

Jebediah came along,

I love my new signature. It's very Kerbal.

Zombie scientist coyotes

The next part of the prologue is coming - when I get around to it.

Correct. I only stopped in the beginning of it for two reason: 1: it was the middle of the night and school was tomorrow 2: I ran out of amperes

Prologue - an ancient discovery part I A faint breeze blew by Munson Kerman, whipping dust into his face. He wiped his face with a rough cotton sleeve and carried on. He looked behind him. His assistant, Erfal, was about ten meters further down the mountain, slumped over in an attempt to catch his breath. Munson sighed and stopped, panting for air at their high altitude. He eventually gave up on catching all of his breath to call his friend. Munson: huff... Erfal! Huff... Erfal looked at him, tried to stand up and lift a small haversack of cloth over his shoulder, and froze at the sight of the ground below him. The wreckage of their plane was barely visible, as just a dot. The boulder that their landing gear had collided with was smaller than a snapper. (A snapper is an insect on Kerbin. It is essentially an ant with larger mandible and slightly less volume.) In fear of falling, Erfal slowly sat down while looking around to make sure that he was on the ground and not in free-fall. Because of the slope, his rear hit the ground sooner than he expected. Erfal yelped and cringed, expecting to fall for some reason. Munson groaned mentally, not wasting breath on expressing emotions. He looked at the hill high ahead of him, then back at Erfal, who had lain down his head and fallen asleep almost immediately. In alarm, he stumbled over to the sleeping biologist. Munson: huff... huff... Erfal! Huff... wake up! Huff... Erfal did not stir. Munson, who had tired himself out trying to talk, gave him a small kick in the stomach. Erfal grunted and slowly opened his eyes. Erfal: Munson... I'm tired... huff... huff... you go on ahead. Huff... I'll just get a quick rest and then I'll catch up. Huff... Munson: huff... huff... no. If you sleep now, huff... you... huff... you won't wake up... huff... there isn't enough air to breathe unconsciously... If you fall... asleep... your brain will just... huff... stop working... On that note, Erfal managed to force himself up, and just stood there panting for a minute. Finally, he regained his breath enough to speak. Erfal: huff... I thought... huff.... I was the... huff... biologist! Munson did not have the breath to laugh at the joke. He did, however, manage to smile. He pointed up toward the summit and began walking. Munson: huff... c'mon. TO BE CONTINUED

Granted, but the person in question does not know what doyulble.s is, and gives you a glass portable toilet instead. I wish nobody I know is incompetent, stupid and ignorant.

Plan In Action: Oasis Science Laboratory Through the course of career mode, I finally got around to building the first module. A science laboratory with a habitation module and Lander-Can. I wanted to put the big three (Jeb, Bill, and Bob) on it, but they were on my first multi-module space station, with no way down due to my horrible rendezvous skills. (When I docked the second module to the first, it was only my third ever rendezvous.) Also on station was Corzon Kerman, one of the survivors of my first misguided attempt at a permanent presence in space, SpaceLab. He and Jeb survived a rough landing by bailing out of the science lab at the last second, which exploded. No one was killed. Anyway, our Intrepid five, which did not fill every space in the rocket but I didn't want them to feel crowded, were previously unknown. Barlas Kerman, who had tested one of my Oogabooga all-SRB rockets, was to be the mission commander. Also commissioned was Derbin Kerman, a newly promoted and somewhat sluggish recruit,

Granted, and he refuses to kill you, but the static field destroys your electronics. I wish I could swallow pills.

Granted, but you're beamed down to the planet just before it fires. I wish that someone would tell me what the difference between a laser and a phaser is.

Intrepid City Layout: There are no population requirements for a city. However, 500 sounded like a big number, so I wanted it. Unfortunately, I soon found out that physics could not handle 50 poorly built Landers with 500 dim-witted Kerbals derping around. I did not try this myself, but after watching physics fail to handle a less ambitious Mun base by HOCgaming, I decided to cut down the crew to one hundred, a sizeable but significantly lower number. After that, I got right to design and mathematics on paper, getting right to the more important designs first. The first thing I did was to lay out plans for a mobile portable toilet. I even added missiles and rocket engines for good measure. Next, I designed a minimalistic ion probe capable of defying, although barely, Mun or even Duna gravity. Finally, in one of the later designs, I designed a science laboratory with a single habitation module. As well as that, there were even more important concepts which I speculated about. Sending a restaurant to the Mun, and bowling. It also crossed my mind that it would be useful to have the base as a source of fuel, so Kethane might be an option. Eventually, I downloaded several more mods: B9 Aerospace, Skillful, VNG ejection systems, Deep Space Mission pack, LazTek SpaceX, and some random mod with greenhouses. I also, for no good reason, decided to build it on career mode. This was a mistake.

Granted, but your friend test fires the cannon while you are out in front of it. You survive by ducking your head away just in time, but then a falling star hits you. I wish that I was Bob Kerman.