CatastrophicFailure

Can't pass up an offer like that (tho I'm not exactly sure what a faff is), expect a PM shortly. Well, given the circumstances, you're not far off.

FWIW I've encountered this issue, too. It seems related to KIS. I can EVA & return ok, but detaching anything with KIS causes data loss. The data still seems to be in the instruments, tho, as an EVA Kerbal can go around and recollect it with the right click menu.

Nope, still me. Woke up with a nasty Charlie Horse. Long story short, one cat is hanging from the ceiling fan, there's mustard all over the wall, still haven't found the other cat, and the wife's not talking to me. @dundun93? I've lost count...

Szzzzzznxxxwhrgwha? Huh? I'm awake. Oh, I missed it. Bother. I was having such a lovely dream, too. @dundun92 wait a min, how many dunduns we got around here, anyway?! zzzzzzzzzzzz

No! I! Still! Wa-ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz @KSK

"Too close for guns, switching to brown pants."

Just can't seem to get time to give this arc a proper response. I came up against this very thing, myself. With no better options, I simply hung a lampshade on it, called the chapter "A History Lesson," and presented it in a delightful Scottish Gednalnan brogue by one of the more... colorful characters.

So you're saying you were... an-Kerm?

Did that, too. She did not go to space today, tho. Also .

Decided to add a 1.3 folder to the pack and flarp about a bit. First off, I sent Val and... someone... to the North Pole to see if it's possible to view an eclipse from there. In short, it's not. Have to dust off the ol' artistic licence, I guess. Then, inspired by this post from @Tw1, I threw Val into the ocean. Turns out a full ore tank sinks pretty fast. Dig that Scatterer ocean tho! So I decided to give her a proper submarine... Which, of course, flies better than it sinks. Um... it's supposed to break like that... Visited this thing again... Got down to about a thousand meters, then realized what time it was. Soooo.... THAR SHE BLOWS!!!!! The look on her face... This, unfortunately, put an end to her fun. So she made a paddleboat. Sigh... it's gonna be a long night... And now, back to Gael and 6.4x!

What's the transfer time to Ceti in 10.xx?

No ones ever accused me of being able to count.

They also seriously explored the idea of putting a big hinge just below the capsule, then pivoting the whole thing around so the existing hatches were next to the station hatch and connecting the whole mess with an inflatable airlock. er... wait, that was Mercury...

Dat Saturn V in the background doe! For me at least, it's always a bit of a mental shift to realize both the programs were running concurrently to an extent. Also, I wonder if a date is going to come along, the such&such of such&such, when the only entry will be "nothing interesting ever happened on this day, forget it exists." Pretty impressed you're finding so much to fill all of these!

Yes, you and @IncongruousGoat are quite right, now that I've looked it over on my tablet there's definitely something screwy with that not-M. Bugrit. Was trying for a more elegant way of putting languages in there, but without the old generator it might be too frustrating. But either way, Val(?) will get her words figured out soon enough. Maybe.

I best let Ten Key lay that one down, since I'm probably misinterpreting it anyway. But still...

This is me, right now. I live in constant fear that some especially astute reader is going to come along and say, "wait, you just said this, but way back there you said that," and I'm going to have to make like an epileptic jello mold with the handwaving. No time to expound on world building ATM but in the mean time, @Ten Key, how bout hitting us up with your "guy in a rubber suit" metaphor about all this?

dat everything doe!

@Pinchy you may have to start a really long "burn" before you actually enter the planet's SOI. This usually requires quite a bit of fiddling mid-burn to keep your periapse right. Haven't been to Iota yet but I've had my share of long Moho injections, to complicate it further I usually time things so the burn ends just as the craft reaches periapse, instead of that being halfway thru. MechJeb is real helpful here both for data displays and so you can adjust your attitude a degree at a time to maintain peri-hot.

OK legit question, here: What's ya'lls take on the new "Ussari" script? Too hard to read? My old faux-rillic generator shut down, this one seems a bit... busy, for more than a word or two.

And in those days, when Kerbs rise upon chariots of fire, And cast the heavens about like the gods, In their complacency, shall they be struck down, And the dead walk as the living. Chapter 3: Awakenings "I tell ya, Boss, it's the darnedest thing I've ever seen," Doc said, rubbing at his chin, "couple of days ago she was at death's door, and now, well just look at her!" Edgas did look, "um..." He raised an eye... bulge. The creature under the blanked appeared to be some grotesque hybrid of Kerbal and eggplant. One that had begun to spoil. And topped with an awful wig. "Well, ok, so she looks worse," Doc huffed, "but that much is normal. Just part of the healing process." Edgas shot an eye his way, "like the thing with the deer?" Doc gave a grunt and rolled his eyes, "yes, like the thing with the deer!" "Told you you were going too fast," the corner of Edgas's mouth twitched. "Everyone goes too fast in Skeeter training!" "Everyone doesn't drop kick a deer while doing so." "He shouldn't have been there in the first place! It was a posted no-deer-crossing." "That's not what I heard," Edgas made a muted choking noise deep in throat. "Hmph!" Doc snorted, "well if he'd've had a case, he wouldn't have been so quick to settle out of court!" The two glared at each other a moment longer, then burst out laughing. "Stupid cheapo Agency lawyers," Doc scoffed. Edgas gave a wry grin, "nothing but the best from the KSA!" Now it was Doc who raised an eye... bulge, "well, you would know how the Agency throws someone under the bus." "Oooohhh," Edgas clapped a hand to his chest in mock injury, "I might have to go find the doc, Doc, get some cream for that burn." The two chuckled again, until a soft moan from the eggplant drew them back. "Ahem, yes, well," Doc produced the clear screen again and shifted to a more professional tone, "for the record, patient has shown continual significant improvement. The Automated Medical Suite has set the fractures to her right humerus and clavicle and secured them with laparoscopic osteofiber wraps as well as reducing her shoulder. The arm should stay in that sling for a few weeks. Fractured orbital is non-treatable with available hardware but should heal naturally. Speaking of which," Doc gave Edgas a light jab with his elbow, "once again, you should let me take a look at your eye, too." "I'm fine," Edgas said flatly, "I can still open it. Works fine." "Eggplant," Doc gave a nod towards the bed. "Yeah, but it's a small eggplant," a weak grin, "oh, and how's Millo? I still haven't seen him up and about." Doc's face contracted into a very personal wince, "um... well, the swelling's come down some. His voice hasn't, though. I think he'll be singing soprano for a few more days at, at least." Edgas shared his grimace, "she's, uh, got some arm, hasn't she?" "Well, if she's that feisty the next time she wakes up, I just hope to Kerm she's left-handed!" "Huh?" Edgas blinked, "what's a 'Kerm?'" Doc opened his mouth, then closed it just as quickly. His eyes tried very hard to look at each other in confusion, as if unsure where he'd even found the word. In the end, he just shrugged, "well, anyways, there's nothing I can do for the rest of her injuries, but they should heal on their own. It's just supportive care at this point. Oh, but her toxicology's interesting." "How so?" Edgas asked, "I thought it's always been interesting?" "Well, it's cleared up almost overnight. Even the glycogens. Her kidneys must've been working overtime, but they're showing no signs of damage, actually looking better. But there's still something in her blood I can't identify, it must have been masked beneath all the other crap. The signature looks vaguely familiar but I can't put my finger on it." "Hmm. That is interesting," Edgas said, not quite meeting the other's eyes. The other's eyes narrowed, "wait, I know that look. You do know something." Edgas gave a quick shake of his head. "You know you're a horrible liar, right?" Doc raised an eye... bulge. Edgas didn't answer. Doc looked at him, then looked to the revenant on the bed, "wait... it's that thing, isn't it?" "What thing?" "The thing." "There's no thing." Doc's arms crossed his chest, "it's that thing you won't ever talk about, isn't it?" "No idea what you're talking about, Doc," eyes straight ahead. Doc's eyes narrowed, and he opened his mouth to speak, but Edgas found a lucky reprieve with another moan from the gurney. "Oh, hey!" Edgas blurted out, "I think she's waking up." Irritation washed Doc's face, but he dutifully turned his attention back to his patient, who had begun languidly moving about. Her good eye began to flutter. "Er..." Edgas began, "those restraints are still on tight, right?" Doc just rolled his eyes. Edgas cautiously leaned over the bed rail, "hi... it's ok, you're safe," he said, "I'm Edgas Kerman." Then quickly added, "please don't hurt me." The form beneath the blanket groaned once more. The eye opened just a bit. "ШЊФ...? ЩҢԐЯЭ...?" then her good arm found it was restrained, and the eye flew open,, "LЭҐ ԠЭ GФ! ШЊФ ДЯԐ ЧФЏ?! LԐҐ ԠЭ GФ! ЇVДЍ? ЇVДИ!" Edgas jerked back from the thrashing on the bed, a foot narrowly missing his head. Oh well, time for plan B. "LЄҐ ԠԐ GФ! LЭҐ ԠЭ—!" the struggling ceased, as Edgas held up a titanium necklace chain. Dancing from it was a brilliant crimson stone, and a small, grey sliver of sparkly rock. "I'd love to hear about where you got—" The pale face above the blankets instantly went beet-red, "GЇVЄ ГӉДҬ БДҪҠ!!!!! ҬҢДГ ЇS ԠЇЙЄ! Ї ЩЇLL ҜЇLL ҰФЏ! Ї ШЇLL ҚЇLL—!" The struggling instantly ceased, and her one good eye went wide, as Edgas then held up a round, sparkly rock. He pressed it to the sliver on the chain, and the joint was a perfect match. He tried to put on a winning smile, "ГҢЭЯЭ, ИФЩ. ҪДИ ЩЭ ҐДLԞ?" For a moment, her eye went a bit wider, and she nodded slowly. Then it rolled back her in her head as she fainted once more. "Well," Doc grunted, pressing a waiting ice pack to his face where it had already begun to bruise and swell, "that went better than I expected."

Mod list plz. Dat water, doe! Is that just stock 1.3?

I say go with #1. You've already got a kinda-sorta Apollo capsule, make it as unique as possible. On that same note, how about a .625 node on that hatch for like an airlock or something?

I know what some of those words mean. Oooh, pretty colors!

What'd I do? I pointed out a single mingle typographic error, I didn't even get a chance for a useful critique! Curse you, Real Life! Or you've just been listening to this one.