CatastrophicFailure

Felbourn, I noticed you launch with some pretty significant angles of attack, specifically nose-down towards the end of the burn. How does this compare to the flight path of real launches?

Yeah, got 'em both. 909 hasn't worked for a long time now. - - - Updated - - - Also worth noting, just updates RF via CKAN and now the game won't load. Keeps freezing on some Tantares engines. Not sure if it's related to that or RF since there's an error about hydrazine in there. Here's the last of the log before it hangs: [LOG 11:51:17.666] DragCubeSystem: Creating drag cubes for part 'Pollux.Control.A' [LOG 11:51:17.697] RemoteTech: ModuleSPU: OnDestroy [LOG 11:51:17.697] RemoteTech: ModuleRTAntennaPassive: OnDestroy [LOG 11:51:17.708] PartLoader: Compiling Part 'Tantares/Parts/CYGNUS/_Phoenix_Engine_A/Pollux_Engine_A' [LOG 11:51:17.728] *RFMEC* ERROR Can't find configuration Hydrazine, falling back to first tech-available config. [EXC 11:51:17.728] NullReferenceException: Object reference not set to an instance of an object RealFuels.TechLevels.TechLevel.CanTL (.ConfigNode cfg, .ConfigNode mod, System.String type, Int32 level) RealFuels.ModuleEngineConfigs.SetConfiguration (System.String newConfiguration, Boolean resetTechLevels) RealFuels.ModuleEngineConfigs.OnLoad (.ConfigNode node) PartModule.Load (.ConfigNode node) Part.AddModule (.ConfigNode node) PartLoader.ParsePart (.UrlConfig urlConfig, .ConfigNode node) PartLoader+.MoveNext () [EXC 11:51:17.733] NullReferenceException: Object reference not set to an instance of an object ModuleJettison.OnStart (StartState state) Part.ModulesOnStart () Part+.MoveNext () [EXC 11:51:17.735] NullReferenceException: Object reference not set to an instance of an object FerramAerospaceResearch.FARPartGeometry.GeometryPartModule.SetupICrossSectionAdjusters () FerramAerospaceResearch.FARPartGeometry.GeometryPartModule.Start () [EXC 11:51:17.736] ArgumentOutOfRangeException: Argument is out of range. Parameter name: index System.Collections.Generic.List`1[FerramAerospaceResearch.FARPartStressTemplate].get_Item (Int32 index) FerramAerospaceResearch.FARAeroStress.DetermineStressTemplate (.Part p) FerramAerospaceResearch.FARAeroComponents.FARAeroPartModule.Start () [LOG 11:52:02.249] RemoteTech: ModuleRTAntenna: OnDestroy [LOG 11:52:02.249] RemoteTech: ModuleSPUPassive: OnDestroy

Hope someone can point me in the right direction here. Updated some stuff thru CKAN, now the game won't load, seems Tantares related. It was freezing loading the Castor engine, removed castor engine cfg, now it's freezing on the Pollux engine. Both times, throwing this in the log and the loading screen just stops: [LOG 11:51:17.666] DragCubeSystem: Creating drag cubes for part 'Pollux.Control.A' [LOG 11:51:17.697] RemoteTech: ModuleSPU: OnDestroy [LOG 11:51:17.697] RemoteTech: ModuleRTAntennaPassive: OnDestroy [LOG 11:51:17.708] PartLoader: Compiling Part 'Tantares/Parts/CYGNUS/_Phoenix_Engine_A/Pollux_Engine_A' [LOG 11:51:17.728] *RFMEC* ERROR Can't find configuration Hydrazine, falling back to first tech-available config. [EXC 11:51:17.728] NullReferenceException: Object reference not set to an instance of an object RealFuels.TechLevels.TechLevel.CanTL (.ConfigNode cfg, .ConfigNode mod, System.String type, Int32 level) RealFuels.ModuleEngineConfigs.SetConfiguration (System.String newConfiguration, Boolean resetTechLevels) RealFuels.ModuleEngineConfigs.OnLoad (.ConfigNode node) PartModule.Load (.ConfigNode node) Part.AddModule (.ConfigNode node) PartLoader.ParsePart (.UrlConfig urlConfig, .ConfigNode node) PartLoader+.MoveNext () [EXC 11:51:17.733] NullReferenceException: Object reference not set to an instance of an object ModuleJettison.OnStart (StartState state) Part.ModulesOnStart () Part+.MoveNext () [EXC 11:51:17.735] NullReferenceException: Object reference not set to an instance of an object FerramAerospaceResearch.FARPartGeometry.GeometryPartModule.SetupICrossSectionAdjusters () FerramAerospaceResearch.FARPartGeometry.GeometryPartModule.Start () [EXC 11:51:17.736] ArgumentOutOfRangeException: Argument is out of range. Parameter name: index System.Collections.Generic.List`1[FerramAerospaceResearch.FARPartStressTemplate].get_Item (Int32 index) FerramAerospaceResearch.FARAeroStress.DetermineStressTemplate (.Part p) FerramAerospaceResearch.FARAeroComponents.FARAeroPartModule.Start () [LOG 11:52:02.249] RemoteTech: ModuleRTAntenna: OnDestroy [LOG 11:52:02.249] RemoteTech: ModuleSPUPassive: OnDestroy Might be a RealFuels thing too I guess.

I'm not getting any visible plume on the LV-909. I KNOW this was addressed before, and I could have sworn it was fixed too, but I honestly can't remember if it was part of this or RealPlume. Anyone know what I'm talking about?

Many thanks. I finally got caught up on your own series only to find it's ending I've a bit of a backlog ATM so there's lots ahead, and some truly annoying frustrations. just stock 'roids. Think I'm up to 6 or 7 now. If I find one wandering thru the system I tend to track & keep it if it's gonna stick around. Much easier than trying to chase one down from escape velocity.

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Chapter 25: Choices "Ma'am, we need a decision," said the engineer, "w... what do we do?" Dibella stared at the monitor, at the line through the heart of Cerima. Her breathing was calm and measured. Her face might have been carved from stone. She folded her hands behind her back. Only Valentina could see they were trembling. The engineer's hand hesitantly moved toward a button. "No," Dibella said softly, closing her eyes, "we wait." Murmurs rolled through the room. "Comrade Tercella's is not the only life at stake here," her voice rose, "if we were to allow that pod and its technology to fall into Ceriman hands, every person in this room would be sent in Kerberia. Or worse. We wait, and bring her home as planned." More murmurs, then a technician spoke up, "we have loss of signal at MET+2:45:24. Expect thirty two minutes to reacquisition." Valentina flew up the stairs in the back of the room, and charged out the door to the deck behind it, knocking over a coffee pot as she did. Her shaking hands gripped the cold metal railing. This was lunacy from the start! For all their talk of cooperation and parity, they still had to outdo the Foreigners. A solo EVA, from an unsteady, primitive craft. Her eyes fixed on the Great Banner behind the Kerbonaut Center waving proudly on the chill breeze. Overhead, flights of Converters drowned out the wind. Politics. More politics. The railing rattled as she shook it. It was madness! It was-- You have great power within you. Her breath caught. Yes, you feel it. Even now, you feel it. It rages within you. "Shut up," She spat through clenched teeth. Your anger only makes it stronger. Gives it... life. "Shut up!" Your place is here, in the darkness. Here, your power can find purpose. "ShutupShutupShutup!" You cannot fight it. But there is... a way. "Sh--what?" Valentina looked up. Your friend is not yet lost. Arrangements... can be made. Her fingers felt like ice on the railing, "what... what do you mean?" In her mind, the voice laughed and laughed. If you will but pay the price... "Bah!" Valentina spun around, hugging herself, her fingers numb against clothes. But she could feel it. She could feel it. Burning, searing beneath her skin. Anger. Fear. Isolation. Burn her, but she could feel it. And there was power in it. The darkness will welcome you. It it always there, waiting. "PЦTIЙ on you!" She swore, and went back inside. All eyes in the control room were fixed on the monitors. The mission time read MET+3:17:12. What? But she just-- She made her way quickly down the stairs, stood alone by the wall. "Expect signal reception in tree... dva... odéen..." a technician reported. The lights all glowed red. No telemetry. "Sila, this is control, do you copy?" Dibella said into her microphone. Silence stretched out. "Sila, this is control, do you copy?" Such power... "Sila, do you copy? This is control." Such power... "Sila, do you copy?" Eyes glanced around, murmurs rippled. ...if you will but pay the price... Valentina stared helplessly at the screens. "Sila... do you copy?" Will you pay it? "Tercella..." Silence. Only silence. Valentina closed her eyes. "Yes," she said softly. A light blinked on, "control, this is Sila. What took you so long?" A cheer went up from the small crowd that shamed the one only hours ago. Hoots, and whistles, two engineers tried the hand-slapping thing the Foreigners did but only hit each other in the face. The timid one in the back simply lowered his head to his panel. "Sila, this is control, we read you!" Dibella nearly shouted, "what is your status? We're not reading any telemetry down here." "Sorry, I... <pant> turned it off. Trying to get the temperature down." All across the boards, lights blinked to green. "Start the re-entry checklist," Dibella said to an engineer, then keyed her mic, "how are you? Are you secured for return?" "I am a factory girl, I am <pant> used to the heat," Tercella sounded weak and tired, but very much alive, "but... what is it Valentina is always saying about <pant> the cold? I could do with some cold right now." Dibella jerked, and quickly looked around, but Valentina was nowhere to be seen. *** The door to the tiny broadcast room swung open, and Mikhail Kerman's head swung around. What he saw in Valentina's eyes instantly convinced him he had somewhere else much more important to be, and he flew from the room. Valentina took his chair, slammed her elbows on the panel as she ran trembling fingers through her hair. What had she done? What had she done? She didn't feel... different. Was it all just in her head? Was she just loosing her mind? She wiped her wet face with a wet hand, and watched the feeds from a dozen cameras. From here, she watched Mission Control as Tercella's ship fired its de-orbit engine, watched the capsule separate without incident, waited again through breathless minutes as reentry plasma blocked the signal. Then relief, as Recovery-12's camera swung around and revealed the tiny sphere floating gently on its parachute. She watched, and smiled at the irony as the capsule plopped down on the muddy bank of the Vulgar River, then tipped on its side. She watched, still smiling, as the recovery teams swarmed over the pod like ants, as Tercella appeared in the open hatch and angrily batted their helping hands away. She watched, as Tercella pulled herself out, and promptly fell face first in the mud. Valentina looked back at Mission Control, and her smile faded, as she watched everyone embracing and kissing cheeks and still not getting that hand-slap thing quite right. She watched, for a moment, alone, then sighed and went from the room. She never saw Dibella break away and scan the room for her again. Dibella found only Igor, looking very concerned. *** Later that night, Valentina sat on the bed in her small room, hugging her knees. She had thought of going to find the others, but she knew they were busy. Tercella was still in the infirmary, recovering from exhaustion and mild hyperthermia. Dibella had been in debriefings all evening, but word was already spreading. Dibella was going to fly again, on an endurance-testing three day flight. And Valentina was here, alone, forgotten. Outside, the darkness beckoned. She looked again to the little glass bottle on the table, as she did every night. Darnitol™, 75mg. Sleep. Sleep, without dreams. The easy way out.

Intresting, intresting.... can I get a mod list?

Wow as always, watching this right now and had to pause and ask, how did you get the water droplets/wavy screen from the hull cams?

Bumping this up so more folks can discover it. Just finished watching the anime and really liked it. Has a very Kerbal feel. Pity no one made a dub. Now I have a theme idea when I ge around to trying RSS.

The release timing was completely unintentional . I had a really hard time writing this one, and then I realized how long it was. Apparently being out of work for a week is conducive to more USP flights but not for writing.

Chapter 24: The Flight of Sila, pt. 2 The silence in Mission Control stretched out. Tercella's hesitant voice finally crept from the speaker, "did... did I sound like that?" Dibella put a hand to her face. "Ach, give me that!" The RX/2 light flickered again, and Valentina heard a familiar voice speaking Ussari with that same odd accent, "what m' linguistically challenged friend here is trying t' say, is, on behalf of the KSA and its member states, welcome. Now if you'll take a look out yer window there, about twenty klicks north of Capitol City, we've prepared a little something for yah, in a gesture of goodwill." The assembled Kerbals looked at each other. Dibella keyed her mic. "Sila, control, do you see anything?" "Looking now... I can just see the Space Center far to the south... and that must be the city... I do not-- wait, there! Just as he said, in a field north of the city. They have made an enormous Crimson Star. It must be a couple of kilometers across. I cannot tell what it is made of, it is rather faint but easily distinguishable. Taking pictures now..." "'Tis but a small gesture but one we hope will be well received," said the Voice over the speaker, "I see yer about t' pass out of comm range now. We look forward t' a new era of cooperation, and will be watching for you on yer next pass for Phase Two." Tercella tried to yammer out a fitting thanks, but her ship had already drifted too far. Valentina thought the entire exchange a bit... off. Nice, perhaps, but... She pushed it away. There were more pressing matters. "He is right, you'll be passing out of our commsat range momentarily too," said Dibella, "confirm you're on item 3-a of the on-orbit checklist, Sila" "Confirm, control. Will be continuing from item 3-a. Will see you on the other side." "Good luck, Sila." "Aaaaaand..... it's gone. We have loss of signal at MET+32:20," said a technician. Valentina stepped back, and let the mission control team go about their tasks. Tercella's spacecraft had now passed southeast over the ocean, beyond the range of ground stations yet below the Union's still fragmentary satellite network. They had tried to build a ground station in Cerima, until the locals realized that the construction materials were equally as useful for beating each other over the head with. The ship continued to follow its sinuous path across the map on the enormous tracking monitor, based on its expected position. It plunged deep into Cerima, passing into orbital night, before appearing to turn northeast again. Its track roughly paralleled the borders with Atezaca and Andacania before heading out over the Great Tethys Inland Sea. As it passed over the Erakonian Peninsula, lights on the various mission control panels began to blink on again. "Signal acquisition at MET+1:06:37," said the technician, "we have telemetry." "Sila, this is control, how do you read?" Dibella said into her mic with a hint of uncertainty. "Control, this is Sila, all systems nominal," came the response. Valentina realized she'd been holding her breath. "Glad to have you back, Sila. You're officially the first person to overfly Cerima without being shot down." "Well... judging by the flashes on the ground I saw, they probably tried. I do not think they realized I was out of range. But do I have stories! Remind me to tell you about the fireflies." The technicians looked at each other uneasily. 'Space madness' drifted among the muttering. Dibella just rolled her eyes. "You can fill them in at the debriefing. Are you ready for Objective 2?" "Affirmative. Checkout completed during blackout. Protein pills taken and helmet secured. I am ready." "Copy that Sila," Dibella looked to a technician, who gave a thumbs-up, "control is Go, on your mark." "Venting complete, I'm opening the hatch." Dibella pointed to the broadcast technician, "bring up the external camera feed." He nodded, and threw some switches. One of the looming monitors became a grainy, shaky, monochrome view looking down the length of the ship from the instrument ring above. A washed-out Kerbin drifted slowly in the background. Presently, the tiny pod's hatch could just be seen swinging open. "Hatch open, cabin secured. Do you have me, control?" "Affirmative, Sila. We've got a nice view, board is green. When you're ready." "Control, I am stepping through the door..." Tercella's huge helmet and gilded faceplate suddenly appeared on the staticky screen. "СССР" was emblazoned in large, dark letters on the brow. It was a rather archaic moniker, but these images would soon be seen on screens across the world, and so it made a very subtle yet effective statement. Tercella was now extra-vehicular. Her torso appeared, and floating arms, and then she just... stopped. "Uh, Flight?" said the Flight Surgeon, "her heartbeat just went up quite a bit." "Sila?" Dibella said with concern, "how are you doing?" Nothing but light breathing came back over the radio. "Sila, do you copy?" Still nothing. Dibella looked to the Flight Surgeon again, "I... I don't know, her vitals are OK, heart rate still a bit high but well within limits. Neural activity is a bit... odd." Whispers of "space madness" again floated around the consoles. "Tercella, do you copy me?" Dibella said with irritation. "Wooooooooooooooowwwwwwww......." "No copy, Tercella." "It's... so... beautiful..." "Did not copy, Tercella, say again." "So beautiful... I can see... I can see everything. The whole world. The whole everything. The Union, and the Foreign lands and all the oceans. And the Mün, just a sliver but I can see it. Minmus is so clear I can see the ice seas... this... this is awesome." Dibella smiled just a bit, "OK, you've got a few minutes for spectating before we're up on the objective. Don't forget your camera." "Copy...." "Heart-rate's back down," said the Flight Surgeon, "everything's coming back down, now. She's really relaxed. The RX/2 light on Dibella's communications panel began blinking once again. She pressed it, getting the additional signal in her headphone. "Well, time to give her a mission again," Dibella said, "Sila, that's enough for now I'm afraid, but keep the camera out. You're almost to the observation point." "Copy that, Control. The ship is starting to drift a bit but I've got a good angle from here, camera ready." "Understood, Sila, their countdown is coming in now... seven... six... five... engine start.... three... two... one... booster ignition.... liftoff! Confirm liftoff, it's cleared the launch towers now." "Copy. I am just south of the Space Center, passing southeast. Nothing yet... I can see the Center easily... there's some drifting clouds and-- wait! There it is! There it is! I can see the smoke trail." "Copy that, you confirm you see their rocket trail?" "Affirmative. It is far but it is quite easy now that I know where to look. Do not know how well the camera will pick it up. The rocket has cleared the clouds and is pitched mostly over now. "Reading booster burnout, separation now, Sila," Dibella said. "Yes, the smoke trail just changed... it is much fainter now.... getting very hard to track.... lost it.... no there... no, it is gone. I can barely see the engine plume and.. nope, just lost that too." "Copy Sila, KSA reports staging complete, you probably couldn't make out that upper stage plume from there." "Understood. But what a thing was that, hmm? The first rocket launch witnessed from space. You must extend my congratulations down the line to this 'Kerman Jorrigh' person." "I will do that, Sila. But it's main event time now, are you ready?" "I was born ready! Tethers secured, let us do this!" "That's the spirit. All right, you're cleared to make your way to the forward experiment package." "Copy." On the monitor above, the ghostly, washed-out figure came fully into view now, bobbing back and forth in an odd way. "<grunt>This is going to be a workout... was not expecting the suit to give so much <grunt> resistance. Is very hard to move against it with no leverage, standby." "Hm, heart-rate's rising again," said the Flight Surgeon, "need to keep an eye on that." "OK, almost there...<grunt> ugh, this suit... it is puffing out like a balloon, takes effort to keep my arms in front of me.<grunt> Legs pretty much useless. OK, I'm there, clipping on." "Pace yourself, Sila, you do not want to get over extended." "Copy that, control. Knew it was <grunt> gonna be a rough time. Takes more than hard work to stop me! Working on the instrument cover now... bah, still no leverage." Tercella was just barely visible now, having crawled over the camera to access the necessary housing. All they could see was her white form swinging back and forth. "Gah, ЬЯЗZHЙЭVS SHФЗ this is a <pant> PЦTIЙSКIУ of a thing." Dibella sighed, "Let's mind the language, Sila. This isn't a live broadcast anymore but it's not much better if half of it has to get bleeped out in post." "<pant>Understood, almost... there! Cover's off, now just-- PЦTIЙ!" A hand again found its way to Dibella's face, "what's wrong, Sila?" "Lost the cover... <grunt> it's drifting off now, nothing I can do about it. Ugh. <grunt> Collecting science data now. Capsule is starting to drift a lot now, <pant> can you trim it?" "See?" said one engineer to another, "I told you it needed an independent SAS!" "Bah," said his target, "you wanted a full blown probe core. We can trim it remotely." "Flight, her heartrate is still rising. Body temp is following too. She really needs to slow down." Dibella nodded, and rolled her bulging eyes, "Once you've got that secure take a minute to rest, there's lots of work ahead yet. We're trying to steady the ship." "Nonsense <grunt>, we have limited time before the next blackout, <pant> I can handle myself. OK, data is secure with me. Moving <grunt>on to next test. Am I back in view?" "Affirmative, Sila, we can see you. Be careful now." "Ok, tethers double <grunt> checked, here I go!" In the staticky view on the monitor, Tercella suddenly pushed off from the ship, drifting for a moment before her tethers went taut, making the whole ship jerk. "Oof! Wasn't quite expecting that, the <grunt> whole ship's bucking around now... <pant> ok trying this... no, that's not working, maybe if I... PЦTIЙ, that's no good either! <pant> Gah, now I'm... I'm drifting around..." On the screen, she flailed about, bouncing slightly when the tethers reached their limit. The ship was tumbling randomly now. Watching it, more than a few of the controllers were looking a bit green... Er. "Uhg, this is not working, I can't maneuver at all using just the tether and--ack<grunt>! Now I am going back the other way, I am passing under the ship I think, the tethers are wrapping themselves around it, can't stop... PЦTIЙ! <grunt> Ow! That just slammed me up against the hull. "Sila, are you all right?" "Heart-rate still climbing, this is getting disconcerting." "I will be fine <pant>. This is a no-go <pant>. I am going to try to work my way back around the <pant> hull to the next experiment package." "Understood, Sila. Try to take it easy, your vital signs are a bit of a concern." "Like I said, it is a real work out. I'm fighting against the suit to do anything, it keeps ballooning. I can already feel sweat sloshing around somewhere. I am going to purge it down a few more millibar." "Careful with that, you need all the oxyium in your blood you can get right now." "Understood <grunt>, just a touch. OK, moving on to the rear compartment... <pant> hard to move back here, there's no <grunt> hand holds, cannot get a grip anywhere and-- gah!" "Sila?" "Lost grip <grunt>, slipped off... OK <pant>, almost there.... I am at the <grunt> equipment box... trying experiment 1..." Her suited form swung back and forth uselessly, just in view of the camera. "PЦTIЙ! PЦTIЙPЦTIЙ!PЦTIЙ! <grunt> Can't even turn the STДLIЙSКIУ <pant> nut, no leverage, <pant> I just <pant> spin the other way." "Steady now, Sila." "PulseOx is dropping now, heartrate still rising. I think we have a problem developing," said the Surgeon. "Sila, we're getting a bit concerned down here, maybe you should--" "Gaaaaaaah!" Tercella raged helplessly as something that looked like a wrench went drifting past the camera and off into space. "PЦTIЙ! PЦTIЙЬЯЗZHЙЭVSTДLIЙ.....GФЯЪДCHЗV!" Again, the controllers looked back and forth uneasily. "W...What is a Gorbachev?" Said an engineer. "Um, I think it's some sort of birthmark." said a technician. "Bah, <pant> I'm all out of swear words, <grunt> I needed a new one!" Tercella said, as if hearing them. The Flight Surgeon took Dibella's elbow, "Her heartrate is reaching critical. Pulseox still dropping, and now her body temperature is getting dangerously high. We need to call this off. Now." Dibella nodded slowly at him, "Sila, I need you to take two minutes to rest, then return to the cabin, we're going to have to cut the EVA short." "No I... <gasp> I am all right, <pant> I can keep--<pant>" "Tercella...." "OK...<pant> maybe enjoying the <pant> view for a bit doesn't sound <pant> so bad after all... visor is so fogged I can <pant> barely see anyway." Now an engineer nudged Dibella, "We may have a bigger problem. If her body temp is as high as he says, it's pushing what the capsule can handle. The cooling system is pretty weak, and having the electronics exposed to vacuum for so long isn't helping either. If the cooling capacity is overwhelmed, the capsule won't be able to cool her down, or the equipment." "I see," said Dibella worriedly. The engineer looked her sternly in the eyes, "If we cross that line, even if she gets back in she'll cook in there." Dibella nodded, and pointed to another technician, "You, bring out the scrub checklist. Start going through the procedures. Listen up, everyone, this has gone relatively well and we need need it to end well, too. I'm officially calling a scrub to the mission. We bring her down on her next orbit. You, start going over the equations, you, scramble the recovery crews and get them to the LZ, and you, go find the political officer so he can make something up." She keyed up her mic, "Tercella, how are you doing?" "I am <gasp> all right. Getting... <pant> warm in here." "She's stabilizing, but her temperature is still way up. Need to get her back inside, carefully." "Ok, start making your way back to the hatch, slowly. You don't want to overheat." "Copy <grunt>." Tercella's ghostly form appeared in the monitor again, moving slowly and awkwardly. It seemed to take ages for her to return to the hatch. "We need to cut the heat down," Dibella said to an engineer, "shut down everything we don't absolutely need, including that camera as soon as the hatch is shut." "Understood, Flight." "Almost there...<grunt> cannot <gasp> see a thing... <grunt> Ok... <gasp> Ok, I am in." "Can you get the hatch?" "<gasp>...harness...<gasp>" "Don't worry about the harness, just get the hatch closed for now." The Flight Surgeon looked more and more worried. "Tercella, do you copy?" The engineers glanced around. "Tercella?" "I have a hatch seal light," said a technician. "Get pressure restored, I want it as high as possible to get the temperature down." "On it." "Uh, Flight?" Said a timid-looking technician in another row, "she will be going into comm blackout any minute now." "What?!" Dibella's head snapped to the map display, "PЦTIЙ! Already??" She keyed her mic, "Tercella, do you copy?" "She's alive, that much is certain," said the Flight Surgeon, "but she may be unconscious." "If we abort now and fire the deorbit engine, she could be on the ground in ten minutes," an engineer offered, "but..." "Well, spit it out!" "She would land in Cerima," he said softly, "one of the less nice parts..." The Flight Surgeon's eyes grew wide, "if she were to land in Cerima, of all places, unconscious... but if she's not strapped in properly the deceleration alone could kill her." "Internal temperature in the pod is rising," another engineer said, "we may not have another hour to bring her down here." "We'll be in blackout any moment," said the timid one in the back, "after that, we can't do anything until signal reacquisition, somewhere over Erakonia." "Bah!" Dibella snapped, "where is the Kommissar? Why is he always away on these flights?!" Valentina stepped forward, her eyes met Dibella's. "You're acting Flight Director," the Flight Surgeon said to Dibella, "it's your call. But we don't have much time." Dibella ground her teeth, and looked again at the looming display. Valentina stepped back. She desperately wanted to say something, but words would not come. Softly, in the back of her head, the voice was laughing.

She's back! How was Germany? wait it is "she" right? Or I'm gonna look very foolish...

I like the idea of a little user-error risk in docking. It would justify all the DERP's and other escape systems on a space station. After all, there is a historical precedent for docking disasters...

Just throwing this out there, might not be specifically Tantares related. I'm getting a weird "game goes nuts, only one part rendered" error when trying to load a vessel in flight that has the small docking port/parachute. Everything seems to work fine with this craft UNLESS I go elsewhere (tracking station, random game crash), then reload it, so I *think* it may have something to do with the engine "shroud" that ends up stuck to it after decoupling the port from the main craft. So to be clear, the problem vessel gets launched as part of a larger craft, there's an engine attached to the top docking node. If I separate this craft and land it in one go, it seems fine. If I separate it, then come back, game goes nuts. Here's the code, which in fairness does NOT mention Tantares: [EXC 15:20:19.288] ArgumentNullException: Argument cannot be null. Parameter name: key System.Collections.Generic.Dictionary`2[Vessel,FerramAerospaceResearch.FARGUI.FARFlightGUI.FlightGUI].TryGetValue (.Vessel key, FerramAerospaceResearch.FARGUI.FARFlightGUI.FlightGUI& value) FerramAerospaceResearch.FARAeroComponents.FARAeroPartModule.Update () [EXC 15:20:19.288] NullReferenceException: Object reference not set to an instance of an object FerramAerospaceResearch.RealChuteLite.RealChuteFAR.get_groundStop () FerramAerospaceResearch.RealChuteLite.RealChuteFAR.get_canRepack () FerramAerospaceResearch.RealChuteLite.RealChuteFAR.Update () [EXC 15:20:19.301] NullReferenceException: Object reference not set to an instance of an object CameraTools.CamTools.FixedUpdate () [EXC 15:20:19.302] NullReferenceException: Object reference not set to an instance of an object FerramAerospaceResearch.FARPartGeometry.GeometryPartModule.RebuildAllMeshData () FerramAerospaceResearch.FARPartGeometry.GeometryPartModule.FixedUpdate () [EXC 15:20:19.312] NullReferenceException: Object reference not set to an instance of an object FerramAerospaceResearch.RealChuteLite.RealChuteFAR.get_groundStop () FerramAerospaceResearch.RealChuteLite.RealChuteFAR.get_canRepack () FerramAerospaceResearch.RealChuteLite.RealChuteFAR.Update () [EXC 15:20:19.312] ArgumentNullException: Argument cannot be null. This just get spammed to the log unless the game crashes outright.

Where is the box? The only one I see says "remember me." Might not be getting the right login page tho.

I can assure you, awesome it indeed is.

Still not getting subscription update emails here. Also, the forum seems to be logging me out alot.

No, but I dipped a potato in it anyway. For the record, it tastes really really awful. LOL, I use asterisks as markers for italics, Kerillic, stuff I gotta replace later. For some reason, I didn't there.

I think that's a known issue with Scatterer, check the OP on that thread.

Wow....or maaaaaaybe I should just refrain from posting till I'm off the Vicodin

Same here until yesterday, when I started getting 50+ emails at a time with old forum notifications, two or three times over.

well now, that's embarrassing. That's what I get for mixing hashtags with Asterix in my drafts.