purpleivan

It should be ok. You CPU is similar to mine (i5-3570k) in terms of performance and the graphics card is overkill in terms of KSP requirements, but useful for other games. Personally I'd be happier with 16GB Ram than 8 though. That allows me to run KSP plus some bits and pieces (browser, Photoshop etc.) in the background, with some overhead left over.

No... not much of a plane jockey. TUBM has flown a rescue mission to Duna.

Chapter 12 - Snappy Dresser “We’re going with sunflower for the pilots... nah, just kidding Jeb” – Hansword Kerman (KSP fashion department). “Urgh... yellow, you’re kidding me right” exclaimed Jeb, none too impressed with the sartorial sense of Gelsey’s suit. “Who cares what colour it is, I’m inside it, can’t see it, the suit's functioning correctly, so why would I care!” replied the scientist, wanting to get on with exploring their new home, rather than discussing their wardrobe sense. Since the full team had assembled, Jeb had been waiting for a good moment for an important announcement, and this felt like it. “Ok... everyone in the Hab, I’ve got an important announcement for you all” commanded Jeb on the team wide comms channel, before striding off towards their main living quarters. A few minutes later the full LOST team had assembled in the Hab, ready for what Jeb had to say. Some were curious what this important announcement could be, while others felt it was cutting into valuable work and/or nap time. “Ok, ok... looks like we’ve got almost everyone here, just Bob left... ah no, I see ya at the back there Bob” said Jeb, just about able to see the lead scientist, standing hunched over at the back of the group. “So I’ve got a couple of announcements I need to make before we get to work today. First up, we’ve got confirmation from KSC that The Box is arriving tomorrow evening, should be making entry about two hours before sunset, so I want to get the Lifter recovered before then” stated Jeb, before continuing with the main subject of the announcement. “If clothes maketh the kerbal, then right now we’re a pretty confused bunch of kerbals. We can’t tell who’s who, we’ve got engineers in green and red, scientist in blue and even... yellow” continued Jeb shuddering. He had little time for the colour yellow, unless it was in the form of Flamin’ Kamin’s super hot mustard. “So from today we will be wearing our new LOST team suits, which are colour coded, based on discipline. Scientist in blue, engineers in green and pilots in red” he said proudly; looking forward to the increased efficiency and pep that the spiffy new red suits would give his team of pilots. “What shade of blue are the scientist suits” enquired Sindley. “Well, a blue-ish shade of er...” said Jeb, trailing off, as he hadn’t actually looked at the new suits, so didn’t have a good answer to give. “Ok, I suppose I’ll just have to wait and see... it’ll be a surprise” replied Sindley, busy adjusting her hair into a more attractive style for a range of shades of blue. “Ok follow me everyone” Jeb instructed, before moving off towards Arm 2, squeezing past Gelsey, who was more interested in finishing off her breakfast than a new suit. Once in Arm 2, Jeb opened up a hatch in the floor to the storage locker that contained the collection of nine suits. “Ok everyone, gather round” said Jeb, then reached into the locker, grabbed a suit and shouted “scientist, size 1” before handing it to an eager Sindley. Jeb grabbed another, this time a red one “pilot, size 1” then handed it to Elson, who seemed surprising keen to try something new. Next was a green suit “engineer, size 1” shouted Jeb, followed by Bill pushing through the group to grab the new apparel. He was the lead engineer, so it only made sense for him to get his first. This continued until all the suits, all size 1 (all kerbals are size 1) had been handed out and now there was much activity in the crowded Hab Arm, as the team donned their new gear. After a couple of minutes the task of turning the team into a colour coordinated group of efficient colonists was complete. “Ok everyone outside” shouted Jeb and made his way towards the airlock. One by one the team made its way out onto the surface, and huddled in groups, admiring their new kit. Valentina and Bill looked at the back of Sindley’s suit, admiring the new look this would give the team. “Love that logo on the back” said Bill excitedly “reminds us of just where we are” he continued, looking at the letters L.O.S.T that were stamped into the helmet, which was framed by the bulk of Jool. The logo, stamped into the helmet, had reduced its structural strength of the rear by 40%, but the mission planners had decided it was important for the look of the new suits to make a real statement, and painted on logos were so last year. “Ok everyone, gather round” shouted Jeb over team wide comms. “Right, so we’re taking a team photo, I want you all to line up in front of that small mound of dirt there” instructed Jeb. The team shuffled off in various directions, each to one of the many small mounds of dirt that littered Laythe’s surface. “No, no... that mound there” exclaimed Jeb, frustrated at the team’s inability to clearly understand the mound he was now pointing at, was the one he had referred to. The team shuffled towards Jeb’s special mound of dirt, before forming up in a line. There was a shiny new blue suit, then a red, a glistening green, then another red. “No, no... not like that, group up by discipline. Pilots, then engineers and you scientists at the end there” the frustrated team leader instructed, determined that the arrangement have some kind of organisation to it. With the team finally arrayed in a satisfactory manner, Jeb tapped the timer shot button on the camera erected on a tripod in front of him, before running over to join the line up. He jostled his way in between Val and Elson, straightened himself up and smiled, waiting for the click of the camera over his comms. Two hours later, at the KSC, a proud and more than a little envious Gatler Kerman stared at the recently received photo he’d just affixed to the wall. Those shiny new suits, did look pretty good, and the wearers weren’t about to get incinerated by comet Tiddles. It joined other important images of the exploits of the KSP, on the walls of the most hallowed place in the complex... the staff canteen. There was the photo of the launch of the first kerballed spacecraft, next to that of its flaming wreckage. To it its left was the launch of the second kerballed craft, next to the one of its clearly relieved pilot, after making a safe landing. Other highlights of the program to be admired that day. The first sandwich to be consumed in orbit (before and after shots) The first near successful docking in orbit (missed by only 957km). The first fully successful docking in orbit (8th attempt). The mooning of the Mun and the Munnites (required a special “two helmet” design of suit and a belief in the the Mun being inhabited). The first kerbal to arrive on the Mun (still holds the record for the largest debris field). The first kerbal on Minmus, Dardew Kerman. The longest duration mission, Dardew Kerman (still there as far as anyone knows). First kerbal to set foot on Duna, Malon Kerman (subsequently lost on the return flight). The largest hoagie eaten while on an escape trajectory from Kerbin (also Malon Kerman). First kerbal to set foot on Ike, Jebediah Kerman. First interplanetary rescue mission, Jebediah Kerman (from Ike after his craft toppled over following landing, due to too many or too few rivets used in its construction). Yes... this new photo truly deserved its place on the walls that bore the record of the kerbalkinds space exploits. Too bad it was due to be obliterated in just under four days.

The Tinfoil Times Looks like my friend wiv the special antenna aint gonna be sending any more pics wats really goin on up in the space. I went round his place and the peeps with the power have got him. There was a note on his door sayin he moved to Alaska and his neighbor says he helped him put his stuff on a truck, but thats just what an agent would say. The guy was totally a MAN IN BLACK as well. He had black jeans black hair and a black T-shirt, well it was kinda blue and had this garfield picture on it. Anyway no more pics from the special antenna so I gotta get new ones from somewhere else. I got this from this website that says this guys was a secret astronut who flu round in secret space ships for the secret goverment. He says you can't put a price on the truth and his site only costs $9.95 a month so a bargain right! He says he got this pic from another guy hu uses his brain to think into govrment computers and then he makes what he sees on his computer. That sounds so cool its gotta be true right! Peace Peeps Windows cleaned, 5 bucks!

A few wintery ones from Britain.

Thanks for pointing to that... I guess it's back to no reflections in visors for me then.

I'm seeing the same issue as @alexuswith the real time reflections and in the image posted by @therealcrow999 here. Something wierd happening with the render of the cubemap. It's happening in the portion of it seen in the North South directions when standing on the surface. I'm using the 3.5 version of Texture Replacer, but not using the shader provided by @Gordon Dry because if I use that, the reflections disappear completely (see image below). I tried removing Scatterer (just because) and that fixed the original problem with the reflection, but added another. The new problem is that something (possibly the same dark "something" that appeared with Scatterer installed) is changing the shape of the horizon. In the image below the horizon should be flat, as our little volunteer here is looking out to sea, but there are two large "hills" on either side of him. Viewed from the side, with the kerbal still staring out to sea, there is a large dark region in the direction in which he is looking. As extra info, this is running on Win7 x64 on an Nvidia 670 GTX.

For me the big one would be the radar altitude (although Ap/Pe readout would be nice), which always seemed such a strange omission. If the stock game included the radar altitiude as well as the announced dV readout, then I'd be able to drop using KER. I know that mod's got a lot of other functionality, but for me those were the only two I used it for.

A few more from Norway.

So glad you noticed the terrible MMU joyride. It rarely gets mentioned by people picking holes in the movie, but for me it summed up its issues pretty well. 1. The movement seemed pretty unlikely (only possible with constant depletion of propellant). 2. No astronaut would ever do it... unless "stupid reckless joyride" was a part of the mission schedule.

I sent up a vaguely Skylab design of station (stock parts) a few months ago. Then I launched a crew to it in a Saturn 1-b type vehicle.

I'm an incorrect planner of missions and proud. If I can forget chutes, solar panels, heat shields (to name but a few), then the last thing those little green fellas need is me taking care of the catering.

How... violent impacts with planetary bodies that's how. The force of the impact blends the mushy, gooey genetic material that prior to the impact was the occupants of vehicle. This blended material is vacuumed out by the recovery team, and placed into plant pots out the back of the Astronaut Complex, where they eventually grow into full size, and space besuited kerbals. They are then given a shove in the direction of the rear door of the Astronaut Complex (they're a little dopey at this stage), given a 15 minute orientation lecture and have a copy of "Space for Dummies" jammed into their eager little gloved hands. After that they are placed on the roster and shoot some pool while waiting to be assigned.

Thanks... I'd not noticed the likes on the OP for a while so 116 was a bit of surprise to me too.

Maybe I've missed something specific to this forum, but the primary purpose of "report post" on most forums is the reporting of unsuitable content. Fortunately on this forum such content is extremely rare, so perhaps the negative connotations I have regarding of "report post", might be misplaced here. My comment wasn't meant as any kind of dig at the decision to use this, just extreme surprise, as I've been on this forum for 4 years and this was the first time I'd seen reference to the report post system being used to nominate threads. I understand that your post with the information about using this method for nominating threads of the month, highlights this mechanism. However as things stand, shortly after this thread becomes un-stickied (and replace by the one for January), it will drop down the list in the Announcements section, and the highlighting of that information will disappear. Would it be possible to put this information somewhere more long term and prominent, so that future threads of the month stand the best chance of a complete set of nominations. Again, this isn't meant as criticism, just a suggestion.

Took a trip to Minmus and back in a time of about 2 days 1 and 3/4 hours, for the SOS!!!! I HAVE BOB AND VALENTINA KERMAN STRANDED ON MINMUS challenge.

Ok I took a crack at this today and am posting a time of 2d 1h 44m 51s for the whole mission. The proof is a little complicated as the mission elapsed time in the HUD reset when the lander rendezvoused with the return ship in Minmus orbit. Here's the last image showing an elapsed time for the mission before rendezvous. It shows a time of 1d 0h 26m 12s, to add to that will be the time until rendezvous (15m 13s), plus say 5 minutes for docking (it was less, but 5m to be safe). This comes to a total of 1d 0h 46m 25s for time until the lander had docked with the return ship. The return time from then on was 0d 5h 58m 26s, giving a total time of 2d 1h 44m 51s. It wasn't the best time possible with this vehicle, as both for the transfer to Minmus and back to Kerbin, I did an almost full orbit before making my transfer burns. Better timing of things would probably have saved me enough to get the time down to about 2 days. One final caveat... the parts of Bob and Val were played by Madburry and Matgun. Here are a few pics from the mission. Go get 'em. Fat with fuel and waiting to go. The burn for Minmus. In Minmus orbit. Landed on Minmus. Docked with return ship (the 1st image after the HUD time reset). Forgot to transfer the crew from the lander to the return ship before dumping it, so got them across the old fashioned way. The burn home. Touchdown. The Imgur album for the mission is here.

I'd never have guessed that... it seems very counter intuitive, in that it's a mechanism associated with something highly negative (this thread has a serious issue that I need to report) used for something very positive (this thread is great, please make it thread of the month). If this is the system, I would seriously think about changing it... that or somehow heavily promoting its use for this purpose in the forum.

For me, let me see... It's when warping a vessel that's on an interplanetery flight, come out of warp only to find it has no power as it's got fixed angle solar panels that are aligned close enough to 90 degrees to the sun, that the probe core runs the juice dry. Ok... this only happens when I'm being a cheapskate and use 2 way symmetry to put the panels on, but still... anger.

I guess someone left the cooker on... well, all the cookers.

Here's a few of mine, from Norway and San Francisco.

A couple of images from the latest chapter of LOST on Laythe

Chapter 11 - Static “Keep it coming... hot and black, I got work to do” – Tramley Kerman (software engineer) “Repeat KSC?” requested Valentina, not quite making out the communication from Kerbin, over a burst of static. “We confirm distance to the colony site at 17.6km” boomed Gatler Kerman, reminding Valentina of the scale of her disappointment. “Roger that KSC, I guess I’ve got some driving ahead of me” Val replied, wishing that the she was due a shorter trip. But at least she’d get to try out one those sleek rovers, slung on the side of the Lifter. “Ok, I’ll begin prep for EVA and resume comms at the hatch” informed Val, before tapping the small button on her headset, to break off communication. Minutes later Valentina stood at the hatch with her hand on the main release lever, ready to swing it open, and after a moment of reflection said “KSC... I’m at the hatch, opening now”. Something came over Val’s headset, but was blotted out in her mind by the sight of the world that stretched out before her. It was surely the same as that which she’s seen from the cockpit of the Lifter, but now she was about to step outside for the first time in weeks. Before the mission to Laythe, Val had only landed on the Mun and Minmus. Jeb and a handful of other kerbals made it to Duna, Ike and Gilly, but this would be her first time descending to a surface beyond Kerbin’s backyard. At least Jeb hadn’t been the first to make it to Duna she thought, that record belonged to Malon Kerman and he’d made it there years before Jeb got some red dust on his boots. Shame he was lost on the return trip though, but space travel can be a tricky business. “Valentina, please respond” requested the loud voice in her ear. “Err... sorry, please repeat KSC” she responded. “Does the ladder look in good shape” enquired Gatler, wondering if it had incurred any damage during the fiery entry. Val grasped the hatch frame in her left hand and leaned out to take a look down the ladder towards the brown surface. “Looks good, no apparent damage”. “Roger that Val, then proceed to the surface” instructed the KSC communicator Val turned her back to the hatch and took hold of the handle at the base of the hatch frame, then tentatively swung a boot out into the void between her and the surface. It wasn’t that she was nervous of the descent, but she really didn’t want to take a tumble and have that 17.6km trip with a sore head. Her boot hit the reassuring solidity of a ladder rung, then she grabbed the base of the hatch frame with her free hand and leaned back, before taking a step down the ladder. Halfway down the side of the vehicle Val paused in her descent. “KSC, I’m at the panel and ready for release procedure” Val informed. She reached for a small panel cut into the side of the hull, before using the small “press’n’turn” release catch that was so common on Kerbal craft. The panel popped open enough for her to flip it fully open with a flick of her thumb. “Ok Val, proceed with opening the panel” Gatler instructed. Way ahead of you, Valentina thought before saying “Panel is now open, ready for release”. She then pressed a pair of buttons simultaneously, triggering a small green light to illuminate, then a third button marked “Rover Release”. The two rovers that were mounted to the Lifter either side of her, gently slid down the side of the vehicle. “Hmm... something’s not right” Val thought, “shouldn’t there have been a...” She was suddenly cut off by the sound of Gat informing her “Don’t forget the design change that the safety team wanted, you need to press the Arm button before Release to fire the...” “Explosive bolts... oh krak” exclaimed Val, remembering the last minute change in the release procedure, to give 2 points of commit before firing the bolts that would push the rovers away from the hull. Krak indeed. As the two rovers raced towards the ground, propelled by good old gravity, bu unaided by the explosive force that would have pushed them away from the Lifter, a loud scrapping sound made its way through the vehicle, up Val’s arms and into her skull. A moment later the scrapping stopped, as the pair of rovers cleared the hull, before a loud metallic crash, as the they made friends with the landing gear. Close friends. Val started descending the ladder as fast as she could. “Can you confirm rover release and deployment Val” came Gatler’s loud voice, making for an uncomfortable fit alongside the panic it was sharing space with inside her head. “Misfire, misfire” shouted Valentina, as she neared the bottom of the ladder, deciding to jump down and miss out on the remaining few rungs. Her boots hit the ground, but not as hard as she was expecting, due to the slightly lower gravity than Kerbin. She turned and ran towards one of the rovers. It was a worrying sight. The explosive bolts that should have given the rovers a hefty push away from the Lifter as they fell (if Val had armed them first), had fallen with them and had struck the landing gear. These were now combusting at a more leisurely rate than planned. It was less like an explosion and more like a small rocket motor, one which was attempting to push the rover away from the Lifter That rover being held in place by its brakes. The plume of gas and sparks from that small rocket was dangerously close to the landing gear. Val’s impulsiveness in her release of the rovers had got her into a bit of a pickle, but her quick thinking was going to get her out of it. She remembered that there was a brake release lever on each of the rover’s four wheels, to allow moving it without having to enter the vehicle. She raced around the rover, disabling the brakes on three of the wheels, and then ducked underneath it to get at the fourth on the far side. She reached up to give the release lever a yank, then dropped to the ground as flat as she could in her bulky suit. The rover moved away from the landing leg pushed by the motor that threatened to melt it. Val stared up at the underside of the rover, as it slid past overhead. Her eye’s caught sight of a marking on one of the various panels on it. There were a few words, but the word “Safety” caught her eye. Yep she though... next time think “safety”. After a few seconds the rear end of the rover passed over the top of Val, leaving her a clear view of the sky. She caught site of something to her left and turned her head to look. It was the vast bulk of Jool hanging in the sky. “Well hello there Jool” she said to herself and gave a wink... “Oh krak!” she exclaimed, suddenly remembering that there was still another rover to deal with. Valentina took off as fast as here boots would carry her to the other side of the Lifter. On arriving there she found that the explosive bolts on the other rover were doing the same fiery display that threatened to damage one of the landing legs. Again she raced around, disabling rover brakes, but for the last one, rather than disable it from underneath; she pulled herself to her feet, pulled the lever and grabbed hold of the suspension mounting in front of her. The rover headed away under the power of the slowly exploding bolt and Val went with it, hanging on to the back of it, as she had the overcrowded buses, where she grew up. There weren’t many people were she was from, but when there’s only one bus a day, it gets pretty busy. After a few seconds the bolt burnt out and the rover started to slow. Val reached down and yanked on the lever to re-enable the brake, and the vehicle lurched violently round to the side, throwing Val off in the process, before coming to a halt. Just like that old bus. Sometime later Valentina stood near the Lifter, admiring the pair of rovers that she’d corralled after their unplanned excursion. But there was work left to do before she could head off for the Colony site. First, Gatler had informed her that the science team wanted her to take a surface sample. She reached for the small touchscreen on her right arm with her left glove and tapped the text on it “Take Surface Sample”. This opened a small hole in the bottom of her boot into which the suit drew a small amount of the soil beneath it. That little sampler was a fantastic invention and avoided a lot of unnecessary bending. After that she had to return to the Lifter to remove the final part of the equipment that had been attached to its exterior for the journey to laythe. This equipment was the aero mast that was attached to the nosecone of the Lifter. This had allowed the vehicle to be controlled while sheltering behind its heat shield during the descent to the surface. Val was now sat at the controls in the cockpit, with her hand hovering over the Release Aero Package button, but before pressing it, wanted a little chat with the Gatler. “KSC can you confirm that aero package release procedure” she requested. After a shot pause Gatler’s voice came over the speakers “errr... press button marked Release Aero Package” before continuing “everything alright up there Val”. Valentina stabbed at the button and a satisfying jolt, followed by a bright glare emitted from above her. “Everything’s fine here KSC”. The aero package flew up and over to the side of the lifter, carried safely away from it by a small solid rocket motor. It crashed into the surface, flipped around a couple of times, before coming to rest on the surface. With that last major task completed, Val took care of some housekeeping tasks on the Lifter, preparing it for her absence during her trip to the colony site. “KSC all systems made safe, master switches are off. Will now make way to Rover 2 and head for colony site” informed Val. “Roger that Val, have a good trip” replied Gatler. A few minutes later Valentina was in the driving seat of Rover 2, heading away from the Lifter and Rover 1. She had briefly tested one of the rovers on Kerbin and it seemed like a decent, if slow to accelerate ride. But now, zipping across the dunes of Laythe, with Jool visible out of the left side of the cockpit, it felt like it was where it truly belonged. It was engineered to be capable of 35m/s, but had an advised max driving speed of 25. After her near disaster earlier, Val decided to play it safe and keep at around 30. Communication between the colony and her had been out for the entire time she’d been on the surface; due to a software upgrade to while she was in orbit, knocking out short range comms. On the one hand this meant that she hadn’t had to go through some annoying “welcome to Laythe” speech from Jeb, but on the other she was really looking forward to speaking to someone other than Gatler. Back at the KSC a young software engineer, barely old enough to remember the first landing on Duna, worked through the night on a fix to the comms problem. The engineer coded, drank coffee, tested, drank coffee, tested some more... and drank more coffee. The real stuff of course, this was not a decaf situation. By 8:00am the lone engineer, drenched in sweat, partly from the pressure he was under to make the fix, but also the copious amounts of caffeine in his system, shakily hit the “submit” button, followed by “deploy”. Moments later Gatler grabbed his microphone with a flourish that came from a kerbal who for the first time in weeks did not have a hangover; the pad crew’s special brew having run dry 20 hours ago. “Ok there Val, we’ve got that update we’ve be promising ya. We’re ready our end, so just put your comms into Data Receive Mode 2” informed the communicator, eager to get communication up and running between all the vehicle of the LOST mission. “Roger that KSC” replied Val “comms set to Data Receive Mode 2”. Val waited, then waited some more, then finally the status light on the comms board marked “Local” lit up. At that moment a buzz of voices overlapping one another screeched through the speakers of the rover. “... up any prune juice you can find at the store, and I’ll ferment it”. “Hey the Kraken has good things planned for you, now if I can just get your credit card number...” “No... it’s your pet, no way I’m going out looking for it in this weather”. “The market’s down now, but that’s the perfect time to buy big and clean out the suckers”. “... no way... he did, oh sweet, when Jerman see’s it he’ll pop an artery”. “My name’s Simley and I’m calling to offer you a great deal on facial cleansers; everyone wants that clean green glow when they meet the Kraken” “... cancelled it, she said it was too long term. I mean it’s only 18 months and... what... what news?” “No sir, you can’t collect on your life insurance before the comet hits...” Somehow, between the reporting authority that took receipt of the request for the fix, the management team assigning the task, the oversight committee responsible for all the “oversightering”, the steering committee that decided the spelling of tasks, and the software engineer actually assigned the task of making the fix... (draw breath)... the definition of local changed, from the surface of Laythe to somewhere much closer... the cell tower on the VAB roof. Val shouted into her microphone trying to find out what had happened. “KSC, KSC, do you read?... I have major interference on comms, repeat interference on comms”. Meanwhile the noise continued. “... broke her leg, how... oh that’ll do it”. “...all ten season, I got 6 days, gonna watch em’ all... even got this drinking game planned for the Saddest Cat, every time Kit says...” “KSC... do you read, I can’t take much more of this” screamed Val. Suddenly the din ceased, it was if the universe had suddenly taken a vow of silence, plus another to be a lot less annoying. “That better Val” enquired Gatler, his booming voice a welcome sound. “Much... what happened, there was this huge amount of...” began Val. “We could hear the phone chatter through you comms back to us... put two and two together, sent someone up on the roof with an axe, seems to have fixed it” explained the communicator. “Thanks... silence isn’t so bad after all I guess” replied Val, thinking that she’d swap conversation with the colony for not having her ears melted by that racket any day. “Well, I got more good news for ya... looks like you got our local comms on top of yours, so you should be able to talk to the colony now” informed Gat. Val was about to thank Gatler again, when Jebs voice came over the speakers. “Welcome to Laythe Val... better late than never huh”. It had been 3 minutes since Jeb’s voice had come over the comms and Val still hadn’t answered. She could now see the vehicles that made up the colony on the horizon, and she was seriously thinking about turning around and heading back to the lifter. Ok, there was very little food there, or water, or air... so she’d be dead soon, but at least she wouldn’t have to see Jeb’s smug face... that had to be a tick in the pro column. “Val, can you hear me, I think I can see you approaching from the West”. Still Val couldn’t speak. Mybe she thought... no, that wasn’t legal, and probably broke the laws of physics. He just had to give that smug little speech. “Gat, do you have comms with Val, I’m really concerned now... I think I can see the rover out to the West, but she may be incapacitated, I’m thinking of heading out on foot to see if she’s ok”. Oh sure... Val thought, he’s going to be the hero now, come out and rescue me, fat chance. “Jeb, this is Val... had some issues with the comms, think it was due to the update. No need to head out, I’ll be at the colony in 2 minutes” said Val, finally breaking her silence. “Ok there, Val... you had us all worried here, you take care of yourself, we’re all looking forward to you getting here.” Jeb replied. As she drive towards the colony Val had an uncomfortable feeling that she wasn’t used to... no, couldn’t be. Shame was for other people. On arriving at the colony Val parked Rover 2 close to the Hab module, shut down the rover’s systems. Valentina stared out at the cluster of vehicles. They looked like an odd assortment of things to contain a species last hope for survival, but this would be her home from now on. The pilot put on their helmet, gloves and gulped down what was left of a large doughnut that sat on the console... not necessarily in that order. Val turned to her left, flipped the release catches of the hatch, grabbed the main release lever, and swung the hatch open. She climbed out and onto the small platform above the front left wheel assembly and smiled. She was really looking forward to having a conversation with someone using an indoors voice, even if it was a smug senior pilot.

I see your Jonny Quest and raise you one Action Johnny

I was actually looking forward to it, but was severely disappointed. @kerbiloid got it right when he said "typical suburban melodrama"... life is tough when you a hotshot astronaut, single parent with a troubled teen at home. Even removing all the melodrama, the space program part of the series is very weak, and suffers from the "star of the show solves all the problems" syndrome, with little sense of the massive teams that would be behind them. It also feels like a promo by Sean Penn's agent at times... "yeah he's getting on a bit, but he still works out".