CatastrophicFailure

Yup, I'm getting this displayed on loading screen & in log: ModuleManager: 14999 patches applied, found 1 error 1 error related to GameData/RealPlume/RealPlume-Stock/Compatibility.cfg I *think* it's from this: [LOG 07:41:08.952] [ModuleManager] Error - Skipping a patch with unbalanced square brackets or a space (replace them with a '?') : @PART [*]:HAS[@MODULE[ModuleEnginesRF]:BEFORE[RealPlume]

What does "procedural" mean in this context, beyond "make thing any size & shape I want?"

Here's the final version that works quite well: @KSCSWITCHER { @LaunchSites { Site { name = kermangrad displayName = UU - Kermangrad description = Kermangrad PQSCity { KEYname = KSC latitude = 42.5 longitude = -162.5 repositionToSphereSurface = false repositionRadiusOffset = 300 lodvisibleRangeMult = 6 reorientFinalAngle = 90 } PQSMod_MapDecalTangent { radius = 17000 heightMapDeformity = 0 absoluteOffset = 320 absolute = true latitude = 42.5 longitude = -162.5 } } } } Like Regex said, it will probably only be "right" at this place, and in 64k. @Mrsupersonic8: It's not all that difficult to get sorted out, just be prepared for a LOT of trial and error and relaunching KSP. For that reason, you might want to use a bare-bones setup with only the terrain modded, if you can, just for quicker load times. Oh, and you simply MUST fly underneath the space center at some point during fiddling. Because AeroMole, that's why.

Drat, ok. Well if the license is clear maybe I'll just gank it from yours . Out of curiosity, what do you use for screen capture/editing?

that will work as a starting point, but IIRC that's before I had it dialed in well. I'll throw up the final version shortly. not too far from the truth, really...

Tease.

Quick question to the OP: Where'd you get the version of the Soviet national anthem you used in the 1959pt2 vid?

Is the gold torrid tank made from Procedurals, or is that a mod? Perhaps it's best Elory didn't get any closer to that anomaly, some secrets are best left... undisturbed. Still, you may want to keep a close eye on him after his return.

This... we do not speak of. Must be the time of year, with all these pseudo-Slavic voices in my head, one of them turned into Dracula.

Is this by chance not compatible with New Horizons? I'm getting the following spammed in the log, lagging the game down: [EXC 19:16:39.731] InvalidOperationException: Operation is not valid due to the current state of the object System.Linq.Enumerable.Single[Body] (IEnumerable`1 source, System.Func`2 predicate, Fallback fallback) System.Linq.Enumerable.Single[Body] (IEnumerable`1 source, System.Func`2 predicate) Achievements.Body.get (.CelestialBody Achievements.VesselExtensions.getCurrentBody (.Vessel vessel) Achievements.BodyOrbit.check (.Vessel vessel) Achievements.Achievements.checkAchievements () UnityEngine.Debug:LogException(Exception) Achievements.Achievements:checkAchievements() Achievements.Achievements:Update()

Chapter 17: A Pleasant Night A hatch swung open, and banged against the roof with a loud metallic clang, scattering a flock of sleepy pigeons. "Careful!" Chided Tercella, you make more noise than a rocket!" "It is slippery, it slipped," said Valentina as she pulled herself up and onto the roof of the Vertical Assembly Building. Then, more nervously, "we are not supposed to be up here." "Yes, and now everybody within half a kilometer probably knows about it!" Tercella said from below. "I told you, it is slippery," Valentina retorted, "and... gooey." "Guano." "What?" "It is guano. The bats, they like to roost in here." "Bats?" Valentina moved to wipe her hand on her slacks, then thought the better of it and wiped it on a... thing, instead. "Give me the light, I cannot see a thing up here!" She said. She grunted as the beam hit her right in the eyes. "Ow! Careful, now I am blind and covered in bat PЦTIЙ!" "Whoops, sorry. Thought it was the other way around." Valentina groped the flashlight from the other Kerbal and scanned it around the roof, trying to blink away the spots in her vision. Apparently the pigeons took over for the bats up here. "Ew," she shook her hand, "do you have a rag or something?" That, too, hit her square in the face. "Now quit whining, and take the bag," Tercella said below, passing it up, "oh, and do mind the guano." "Ugh, you do not have to remind me." "There are blankets to sit on," said Tercella as she climbed through the narrow hatch, "and snacks. Careful you do not spill the borscht." They found a bare-ish spot between roof machinery that had a good view of the launch pad, and spread out the blankets. On the ground below, pockets of pale yellow light revealed the more official gatherings to watch the launch. A loudspeaker voice drifted among them, soft and indistinct from this height. The two Kerbals sat, Tercella handing Valentina a thermos. "Here, try this, it is a new formula," she said. Valentina cautiously sniffed at it, "it is not laced with rocket fuel again, is it?" "No," Tercella laughed, then somewhat more uncomfortably, "er... no... I will admit, that did not work well." In the darkness, Valentina raised an eye... bulge, "they had to pull poor Vladimir from the rafters..." "But he has no memory of it! Besides, the doctor says he will be up and walking again in a few weeks." Valentina grunted, and took a careful sip, "this is... not bad. Not good, certainly, but an improvement." She passed the thermos back to Tercella, who took a swig, "I am getting closer. I ground the beans as finely as I could, but now the water does not want to flow through. I need some way to force it through, under pressure." She scanned over the patches of lights below, "it is a pity Dibella is still stuck down there." "Indeed," agreed Valentina, "giving more interviews and playing emcee with... Sergei." Amplified over the loudspeakers, their voices could just be made out in the darkness below. "Well, you have to admit, the cameras do love her," Tercella said thoughtfully, "I really do not know if she is cut out to be a Kerbonaut, but the way she handles herself under that kind of stress... she will surely do something even greater." "Indeed..." Valentina stared off into the distance. "And what about you, hmm?" Tercella suddenly asked. "What about me?" "Do not think we have not noticed you moping about these past weeks. As the foreigners say, what is chewing upon you?" Valentina laughed, "chewing upon me?" "Well STДLIЙS STДCHЗ that is what they say... or so they say." Valentina thought for a minute, "a rather small mosquito." There was a crunch and squeak, and she reached for the rag again. Tercella's bright eyes narrowed, "do not make me hurt you." Valentina sighed, and looked out toward the rocket waiting on the pad, "I just feel like I am loosing my mind." "You? Loose your mind?" Said Tercella incredulously, "and what foolish army would dare try to pull it from your thick skull?" "I tried to kill Sergei." "No one could blame you for that." Valentina wondered if Tercella could feel her glare in the darkness. "Besides," Tercella continued, "the PЦTIЙSКI was completely out of line. Saying something like that to the wrong person will likely get you stabbed even in Kermangrad." "But... he is right..." "Is he? Do you know what happened so long ago?" "Well, no... but whatever it was, Igor came with the assignment to the space program." "That could be worse. He is the most devoted nablyudatel I have ever seen. Most of them are far less... cordial. And besides, you were still selected." "But what is there here for me, now?" Valentina sighed again, "maybe I should just quit the program." Tercella punched her in the arm. "Ow! What was that for?!" "For saying foolish things. Do you know what my papa told me about giving up like that?" "What?" "Nothing. By the time he came home most nights he had left his powers of speech by the roadside, along with a boot and his hat. And not always for the same reason. But his new bruises, the old scars, they taught me much." Tercella flicked the light back on, and held it below her face, giving her grin a sinister cast, "you do not let the PЦTIЙSКIS and STДLIЙSКДS and ЬЯЗZHЙЭVФVITCHЗS of the world win." "Has anyone ever told you you curse like sailor?" "Yes, a STДLIЙSКД of a sailor did once, why?" "No reason." "Well, the point is, you fight, even if you loose. Even if just to spite them. You do not disrespect another Kerb's family, and you never give up on your own." "I do not know," Valentina said, hugging her knees, "but I feel so alone, now." Tercella punched her hard, this time. "Ow! What was that for?!" "For saying foolish things again." Then Tercella punched her so hard her whole arm went numb. "Augh, that is going to bruise!" "Good, let it remind you," Tercella said, still grinning fiercely. "It has gone all tingly now, gah!" Valentina flexed her hand, "remind me of what?" "That you are not alone. You have us. And you are not to let the likes of Sergei Kermanski get the best of you, vy ponimayete?" "DД! PЦTIЙS ЗДЯS, that stings!" "Then you will remember," Tercella genuinely smiled now, "we do not give up on family." Valentina kept rubbing her arm, "and since when did you get to be so strong?" "Daily strength training regimen," Tercella's flexing might have been more impressive had the night not been pitch black, "I am strong like bull, no?" "No... I mean, yes! I mean... do not hurt me. But... why?" "The flight surgeon wants me to be able to bench press a yak. He thinks I will need all my strength for the EVA on my flight." "Oh, yes... your flight..." Valentina said sadly. "Do not start with that again!" She put her hands up in defense. Tercella just glared at her. "You will go to space again," Tercella shook a finger, "if I have to stuff you in a storage bin." Valentina finally smiled. "Though I may have to charge extra for those bags under your eyes. They are well over the carry on limit." Valentina laughed and gave her a playful shove. Tercella shoved back. Valentina shoved her back, then she shoved so hard Valentina toppled off of whatever it was they were sitting on and fell to the roof with a crash, scaring the life out of a rat that had come within a whisker of making off with their entire bag of snacks. It ran off, squeaking angrily. "Oops..." Valentina retrieved the bag and pulled herself back up onto the blanket, trying to ignore how unsettlingly crunchy the roof surface was. "Can we just watch the rocket launch now? Without any more bodily harm?" She said. "You started it." Tercella said gruffly. The other Kerbal huffed and rolled her eyes on the darkness, "do yo really think it will work? Putting a probe on the Mün?" Tercella stared out at the waiting rocket, "it will have to work sooner or later." "But did not the Foreigners do so already?" "They tried. You can see the crater through the Observatory telescope. It is quite impressive. We have a much better track record with such things." "Yes, Müna 3 and 4, but..," Valentina mused, "what do you suppose happened to Müna 2 and 3?" "This, we do not speak of." The two Kerbals yelped and spun around. "Greetings, Comrades!" The Political Officer held his pen light below his face in a way that, with his bushy mustache, looked truly disturbing, "Papers, please! Yes, yes, good, good, thank you. As expected, all is in order. It is a Glorious night for a rocket launch, DД?" "DД Comrade! very Glorious, Comrade! Lovely evening, Comrade!" "And especially from so unorthodox a vantage!" The pair could only stammer. The Political Officer grinned ferociously over his pen light, "but do not fret, Comrades! Surely one cannot blame our Great Union's most fearless pilots for venturing where they ought not be just to get a better view of yet another magnificent and historic space launch!" "Um..." He grabbed their shoulders, spun them around towards the launch pad, and stuck his head between theirs, "after all, brave Comrades, today we go to the Mün! Surely this is an auspicious day! Perhaps one of you will one day be the first to set foot there, yes?" "Er..." "Um..." "So perhaps under the circumstances," he squeezed their shoulders, "exceptions can be made..." "They... they can?" "But mind that you do not stay out too late, brave Comrades, for when the bats return from their long night they are... cranky." "B... bats...?" "C... cranky...? Somewhere high overhead, a rhythmic, staccato squeak echoed in the cool night air. "Children of the night, what music they make, yes?" He clapped the two roughly on the shoulders. "But fear not, brave Comrades! Our brilliant doctors and cutting edge medicine can even cure the scourge of rabies! But I understand the treatment is..." He let the word draw out in the still night. "...unpleasant." He spun them around again, and stepped back, "have a pleasant evening, Comrades... Glory to Arstotzka!" And then he was gone. "How does he do that?" "Did... he have a cape on?" "Well, it is just a bit chilly out..." "Bah! PЦTIЙ on him!" "I heard that." "We came here to watch a rocket launch and that is what we are going to do. Sit." In the darkness down below, there was a flourish in the voice from the loudspeakers, and a round of dim applause. "Quickly now, it is almost time." And so the two friends sat, eating borscht onna stick, which is every bit as difficult as it sounds, and watched, as for a brief moment night became day over the Cosmodrome, and Müna 6 rose on a river of fire and smoke like Prometheus unbound. Talking with Tercella had helped, Valentina did feel a little better. Well, except for her arm. She didn't think it could take another blow, so she hadn't mentioned the voice whispering in her head. Or that it was slowly beginning to make sense.

Awesome! I was starting to wonder if it was just me not getting those contracts, but ATM I still lack a ship capable of doing any if them, so... But yay they're fixed.

This is beyond awesome! You've blown away (no pun intended) a certain *other* extremely well done Kerbal space history series. But this, I fear, is going to do horrible, horrible things to my monthly mobile data usage!

This could be interesting....what mod are the antennas from?

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but you did not answer the most important question: IS the chair against the wall?

Chapter 16: The End of the Dream The tiny lander plummeted toward the darkened surface of the Mün, its pilot fighting for control. The sun disappeared below the horizon as the surface rushed up and warning buzzers blared. "Overpressure in the aft oxium tank!" Said Dibella, to the right, "relief valve isn't responding, if it ruptures it'll rip open half the hull!" "Visors down!" Yelled Valentina, "try to purge it." "Just keep it steady," said a Voice to the left, "I can reach it, I'll try to purge it manually." "No, don't!" Valentina shouted, "keep your harness on!" She struggled to keep the descent controlled. "Hang on, I've almost got it," he said. "No..!" She turned, and saw only her own terrified face reflected in his golden sunshade. An ominous creaking rocked the small cabin, before all sound died away. "I'll find you," he said softly. For an instant the cabin filled with fog, and he was gone. Valentina looked out through the jagged hole into the inky, empty darkness of space. That darkness then shifted, and began pouring into the capsule like black ichor. It swirled around the floor and filled it, thick and sticky. She could smell its stink, feel the fumes in her lungs DARKNESS, it spoke, YOU CANNOT ESCAPE DARKNESS. YOU CAN ONLY EMBRACE IT. It swirled around her feet, still rising. Icy fingers gripped her arms, pulling her down. "It's too late for him," Dibella said. Valentina turned right, and looked into the white, desiccated eyes of a corpse. "It's too late for any of us," she turned left, and saw the Dead Girl. They pulled, and Valentina slipped down into darkness' embrace. *** She shot up in her bed, panting and sweating. For some time, she stayed just like that, her face buried in her hands, trying to get catch her breath as late afternoon sunlight streamed in through the window. Where...? How did...? Disoriented, Valentina looked around her small room, not remembering how she got there. On the nightstand was a small glass bottle taped with a doctor's seal. She looked at the label. Darnitol, 75mg. Large, translucent blue pills. Sleep. Sleep without dreams. The easy way out. She set it back down, sighed, then winced at the knot in her back. She thought she must have been asleep for hours to be so stiff. She changed, and headed down past dim corridors flanked by yawning doors, and empty rooms of gleaming steel. Valentina found the other three in their kitchen, apparently just finishing dinner. "TIIAAAAA!" Dibella glomped into her, "we were getting so worried!" "You have been out for nearly eighteen hours," Tercella said. Sergei just sat at the table, looking annoyed. "What... happened?" Valentina asked groggily. "They say you fainted," said Tercella, "Igor had to carry you back to your room." "The flight surgeon said it was stress and chronic sleep deprivation," Dibella offered, "he left you a prescription and said to just let you rest for now." Valentina rubbed at her eyes, "what have I missed?" "One incredible party!" Tercella said with a smirk. Dibella rolled her eyes, "it wasn't anything special, and no fun without you. Besides, I had to spend the entire time giving interviews with Sergei." "Yes, you handle yourself quite well for the cameras," said Sergei, rising, "perhaps I shall take you as my copilot." Dibella glared at him, "I would sooner go into space with a yak!" "I can arrange that!" He shot back. "Both of you, enough," Tercella turned back to Valentina, "come, eat, you look pale." Sergei crossed his arms, "why is she still here, anyway? Are her services even required any more?" Valentina's fist clenched. "That is uncalled for, she has had a difficult time." Said Tercella. "Of course she's had a difficult time, she brings doom everywhere she goes." "Stop it, Sergei," Valentina said flatly. Darkness... "It's like a cloud, following you. You didn't really think this was for you, did you?" You cannot escape... "Stop!" Dibella snapped. Sergei drew up to his full, limited height, "a bumpkin, a hick--" "Stop it, you PЦTIИSКУ!" Tercella growled. Cannot escape... "A silly backwoods peasant girl..." Cannot escape... "And let us not forget--" You cannot escape... "Sergei, stop!" Darkness... Sergei smiled his smug smile, "the progeny of traitors." Only embrace it. In an instant, the knife was in her hand. In an instant, she swung it with all the power in her small frame... And buried it up to the handle through Igor's wrist. Tercella gasped. Dibella put her hands to her mouth. Igor was instantly between the other two, his arm before Sergei's neck. The tip of the knife drew a single drop of blood from Sergei's throat. No one moved. No one made a sound. Save for the drops of Igor's blood falling to the floor. Plip... Plip... Plip... Valentina and Sergei both stumbled back. Igor looked to Dibella and Tercella, then nodded at Valentina. The two half led, half carried her away. "Did... did you see that?!" Sergei clapped a hand to his neck, "s... she assaulted me!" "I saw," Igor stepped to him, and loomed over him like a thunderhead. He seemed to rumble softly, too. "I think, you talk very big, little man. I think, maybe one day, I not be here to save hide. I think, maybe one day, she break you," he looked off in the direction the others had gone, "I be sad for her that day." Then he returned his focus to Sergei, with an intensity that made the smaller Kerbal shrink even more, "if day come, best for you, if she kill you." Igor lowered his face till their bulging eyes nearly touched. "Or. I. Will." Sergei made a soft noise in the back of his throat, and felt a familiar warmth run down his leg. "Now, go," Igor said, "you make puddle on floor." Sergei skittered in panic, slipped in said puddle, and nearly fell several times before disappearing through the door. Igor watched him go with narrowed eyes. He plucked the knife from his arm as one might a splinter, and tossed it in the sink. He thought for a moment, then went back and washed it off. Something... something must be done. He grunted in annoyance, and went off to see the Kommissar, leaving the room in darkness.

Kerbals may lack mammaries, but the must have SOMEthing that Squad felt the need to cover: ... they also apparently have toenails.

All my command pods (thus far) are from the excellent Tantares parts packs!

How might one do this, specifically? More specifically, how might one configure them to work with common hypergolics?

I was about to whine, then I read it again and saw there was more than one formula, now it works. Thanx again.

you say it flips easily, how soon are you starting your gravity turn?