KAL 9000

I will upload the ITS in <1 hour!

Wait, I just thought of something to do with the Ghost... When there's something strange In your orbit... Who ya gonna call?

Tool, Val (hi Captin!), Poland

They would have RCS for docking and translation, as well as small course corrections.

Yay, new chapter! And sorry, Parka! His soul has clearly been flung out of its body... if he can find his way to the Circus SAVE, Orbles might be able to help. Speaking of which, the most awesome crossover ever would be if the Circus sent Ghostbusters into the Emiko SAVE to hunt down Sanny .

Yay! And RELEASE THE PROBES! You didn't remove their RTGs, right?

And thus, our hopes slip away once more... The Martian was probably the only movie of its kind.

Watched the first two episodes. It's okay, but PREPARE FOR A RANT! I warned you...

Ahh, yes. Love to hear your world-building, it is both amazing and hilarious!

Hey, @Kuzzter! Someone's stealing your story notes!

Oh, yeah, I get the names mixed up. You'd think I'd remember the ship's actual name tag in Map View being TRASHCAN! Absent-minded professor issues. Fixed the mistake! Hey, the SCIENCE is still on it! Transmitting to KSC... Ca-Ching! It's actually Sandbox mode in my save, but hey, let's say I finished the tech tree and got an unlimited budget . Mort is happy because Patent Licensing is supposedly on 100%. What do you mean we actually covered the cost of the mission with this science, Mort? THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE! I HAVE AN UNLIMITED BUDGET, AND I WANT TO WASTE SOME ROOTS! The antenna is currently going on 5,000,000,000 roots on the black market (Mort's idea to make a quick buck, not mine). The crew are now required to KAS it into a ship's cargo bay and take it back to Kerbin. I doubt Gergas and Elite will be happy about this, and I don't want my crew to get infected with the zombie virus, so maybe I'll rescind that order. For those wondering, Adam is actually a randomly generated Kerbal. Apparently you sometimes get sensible names... It's an open question whether to reuse Circus hardware ('cause TOENAIL base isn't operational and hasn't built any landers yet). It's easy and cheap, but the hardware (unsurprisingly) is not up to safety standards.

LOL. The reason I couldn't take any pictures for the latest part of Outer Planets Adventures is that there's no way I could make the two Kerbals shake hands!

This is the last picture-less part of the story! The TRASHCAN docked with the waiting Sarnus Explorer under remote-control. Adam moved into the TRASHCAN and it reentered Tekto's atmosphere, landing next to BATHMAT. Adam climbed out the airlock, and could see Gergas doing the same on BATHMAT. Adam's suit had, on the backpack, the KSP flag carefully hand-stitched on it by Gus, who handled that sort of thing. There was his Captin ribbon on the right shoulder, and his suit, with the new suit design, had Pilot/Command Yellow suit light stripes, instead of the old red. Gergas' suit backpack had a machine-stitched (in the name of efficiency) Traveling Circus flag, his Honorary Boffin Award ribbon was on the right shoulder, and the suit had standard red stripes. The two Kerbals, from different universes, approached each other and tentatively shook one of the other's two gloved hands. Gergas, after this, said "Wanna come inside and watch some reality TV? We have all the best channels." "Sure, why not?" replied Adam, as the Kerbals from this universe never had or invented reality TV. Shortly afterward: "What- abomination is this?" "You want a different reality show? OK!" "No, I- Aaaaaah! I'm sorry, I really don't like these shows! Don't you have actual things like KerbTube or movies or space documentaries?"

For those wondering, the Max_creative is the interplanetary mothership from my Dres mission thread. It's named after forumer @max_creative for his Dres Love.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Is the ghost Evil Jeb?

INTERLUDE: ERROR --Low Dres Orbit-- The Max_creative, although damaged, was still functional. It was now able to return to LKO, thanks to Bill's repairs. The three nuclear engines flared up, sending the ship onto a Kerbin transfer trajectory. The engines died down. The burn was complete. Observing this was a Kerbal. Not a Kerbal from this universe, no. A Kerbal whose soul had been flung between SAVEs when he had died in his own universe. This Kerbal had, metaphysically, stared the Kraken in the eye. And punched it in the face. But the effort had killed him. Another Kerbal, not part of this particular tale, had finished the job and banished the Kraken from that SAVE. The Kraken had been banished. But it fled to this SAVE, and was preparing to continue its reign of terror. It had created the unusual monolith on Dres. Its essence had hitchhiked on the Max_creative. It would come to Kerbin. And it would destroy everything. Billy needed to warn them. He tried to communicate with them. Jeb. Bill. Bob. Val. Can you feel it? It's coming. It will kill you. Hurry. Before it's too late. Reality itself will come apart at the seams. KSP-64x.exe has suffered a fatal error. Reload application? (Y/N) Y Rebooting... Reality itself will come apart at the seams. The universe will crash. There is a device on Plock. It will eradicate the Kraken. Find it. Use it. For all our sakes.

Well, hmm... Nimzo better teach Kenlie some strategy!

Thank you so much! Trust me, I'm trying to sort out the issues my computer is having!

It's not a website problem, my computer is acting up. I wil send pics as soon as I can! But sshh, I have an @EJ_SA stream to get back to. We are paying respects to 4 of his Kerbals that KIA'd.

Disregard what?

A computerized voice announced in Kenrue's suit speakers, "Airlock depressurized. Outer door opening." As FLAKEE's outer airlock door slid into the walls, Kenrue jumped out, landing on her feet. If there had been an atmosphere on Eeloo, she would have heard a *crunch* as the snow and ice moved a little to account for the new weight of her and her suit. Only Orbles, Truiki, and that Krakenist dude have been here, on this world, before me and Gablul, she thought, amazed that she was one of the first Kerbals to ever walk on Eeloo's frozen surface. Sarnus loomed in the sky, much larger than a full Mün on Kerbin. On the other side of the sky, Slate and Tekto were close to each other at this point in the grand, and beautiful, celestial ballet of the universe. Peering up and looking at one spot of the sky, she could see Kerbol as a small disk. And -there! Right where it should be, a pale blue dot hanging there in the sky. --- Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every Kerbal who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, every BadS and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every emperor and boffin, every hopeful sprout, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there--on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. Kerbin is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. Kerbin is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment, Kerbin is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of Kerbal conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.

FLAKEE has landed! Gablul is duct taping repairing STEAMINGPILE as we speak.

Someone summon me earlier? I can't open the pod bay doors right now, the AE-35 unit is broken. @max_creative

I will be able to submit the payload next week.

I demand that my computer won't let me upload images right now because it is glitching out!