CatastrophicFailure

Er, it's supposed to do that... well kina....

Well it looks like my 1.0.2 space train to Duna might be hopelessly borked, there's some glitch with the cargo lander that seems to make Duna's atmosphere as thick as Eve's-- the lander flips out even 30 kilometers up. So I decided to start playing around with 64k on a separate 1.0.4 install. Needed to do some prototyping for a very special flight by Valentina... KerbinSide kinda-sorta works... it'll launch from KSC2 but there's nothing there... The buildings ARE actually there, but there in this pit a few KM from the launch site. EVE clouds are stuck at ground level too... still waiting on how to fix this and re-entry is, well, challenging But I'm reminded how much I missed the 6.4x scale. Just something about it seems the perfect blend of challenge & gamey-ness to me. Now to finish Valentina's next chapter...

ditto, for the record. Added the config to add ground stations for Kerbinside, but I get nothin but KSC. I'm getting the thing with a lightly modded install. Had to turn the heating effects down as far as they'll go even on a very shallow entry.

Any resolution to this?

My point about the Delta Clipper project is that it never advanced beyond the technology demonstrator phase. The other day, and for the last several flights, SpaceX was flying production-grade, revenue-generating hardware. Henry Ford didn't invent the car or mass production, he put the two together and made the concept actually work in a completely practical way, that produced a tangible return on investment. SpaceX is right on the cusp of doing that now, far, far closer than any other attempt has come so far. Oh, and LMFAO @ "Oxygene," that's my company's ridiculous mascot.

No one has come as close to actualization as SpaceX with real, production-grade hardware. I remember the DCX, shame they canned it after such a minor failure, but that was never intended to reach orbit.

This. This is why I'm a SpaceX "fanboy." This is why my wife (who's not a space nerd) is possibly an even bigger SpqceX fangirl. Like the early days of the space race, SpaceX has been promising some pretty awesome things... and then delivering them when no one else is even close. Let's face it, the current Dragon is basically a man-capable capsule. Might be risky and uncomfortable, but you could probably survive a trip to space and back in one. They've already reduced launch costs well below their competitors, and now they're a hairs breadth away from actually landing a spent booster. They have flight-ready hardware demonstrating technologies while all the competition has is plans and CGI renders. But the biggest part is that SpaceX's advances are evolutionary, not revolutionary. Each flight is a slight improvement on the last. That pace of development slows the hype train and so can absorb mishaps like this one that might doom other newcomers (heard from Virgin Galactic lately?).

Any word on getting this to work with something that allows launching from the other KSC?

After nearly an in-game month of refueling sorties... ... and completely missing the ideal transfer window because of it... The ship is finally ready! A tedious reconfiguration to bring the CargoLander along... And the ship is complete! But there's plenty of fuel, and two of those tanks are empty. This shaved 10 tonnes off the mass. But doesn't look as cool. I think the shortening led to the wobble instability it suffered from all thru the long escape burn, even with a "space-train" configuration. The main feed tanks are getting quite toasty here. But the burn goes well, and with a couple of minor course corrections, the ship is one day out of Duna. At the edge of its SOI, Megselle and Siry Kerman assemble a tiny ionization scan probe for a contract. Megselle gives it a push.... but pushes too hard, and the probe eventually plunges thru Duna's atmosphere to destruction. Nice going, Meg. The contract is complete, but the boys back home are a tad overconfident about the capabilities of the space program, if you ask me... Megselle seems happy with her first close up look at Duna. At long last, the ship arrives at Duna, now rechristened the R/V Frozen Heart by her crew, after the lengthy stay at Minmus.

What's the triple antenna-looking thingy at the front?

Nope, that distinction still goes to Vanguard I: https://youtu.be/zVeFkakURXM?t=25s Thanks, that was my next question... 3 resupply flight failures in a row now, that can't be good long term.

43km up there's not enough oxygen to explode & Fire & such. Same thing on Challenger, you're seeing the fuels vaporizing.

Yes, did. The landing attempt was not expected to be successful, it's part of a testing process where failures ARE the norm. Even Elon only gave it 50/50.

SpaceX. SpaceX will not go to space today. I sad

Today was the final launch of Hiyori in support of the Duna mission, in more ways than one. Today's cargo was the final load of supplies and last minute fixes: Megselle will relocate the massive solar arrays and then assemble new docking adapters from parts brought up by Hiyori. Unfortunately, not all the extra parts will fit in the storage containers, so a heavy load along with numerous unneeded parts from the Duna ship is going back to Kerbin. Hiyori hasn't been tested with this much down-mass. Initially, re-entry goes fairly well, but she's way off course and sets down in a hilly area near the space center. The terrain and heavy load prove to be too much, and Hiyori is a total loss. But the mission must go on. The final preparations complete, A-70, Papi, brings the first four crew to the ship. Elsewhere in Kerbin orbit, the final crew of the Highlab completes their tour. Papi's sister ship, Suu, docked for over 60 days, now de-orbits the small station before returning to the space center for a quick refit. For some reason, Highlab doesn't heat up enough during reentry. Instead of burning up, it crashes to the ground nearly intact. Someone is getting one L of a littering bill. Suu is turned around in record time, and brings the last of the crew to the waiting Duna ship. Papi and Suu will also serve as crew landers/return vehicles at Duna. With all in readiness, the Duna ship uses the meager fuel from the asteroid to depart for Minmus, where she'll be fully fueled. Burning for nearly 20 straight minutes, things get quite toasty. But the ship performs well and is soon on its way. Approaching Minmus, Bonnie Kerman retrieves some last minute science. Several long weeks of fueling sorties remain.

The story continues here....

Chapter 2: A New Dawn Dawn broke as clear as the night had been, the frigid wind replaced by a cool stillness. The sun, still hidden behind the mountains that ringed the valley, lit up their snow-covered peaks like flaming beacons. As indigo light slowly drained into the valley, Valentina Kerman stepped out onto the running track next to the fitness center. She breathed deeply as she did her morning stretches. The stillness of this place at dawn had always amazed her. Back home, in the taiga, dawn was a cacophony of sound as the wildlife that had survived the night boasted that fact to each other. She began around the oval track at a leisurely jog, looking out at the facility. A good morning run would help to calm her nerves. None of the others would be up yet, the Kommissar had designated this a rest day of sorts, at least until... later. She sped up as the crisp morning air filled her lungs and her muscles warmed up. Yes, a nice, solitary run would be a good start to the day. Work out the stiffness from the plank-like-- "Valentina." PЦTIЙ. "Sergei." He came jogging up alongside her. Sergei Ilyich Kermanski. It was a minor honorific, but still more than she had, and granted to Sergei's family by the Imperium its self, for something his father had done during the Troubles. What exactly, he would never say, but never stopped reminding everyone of the rest. "You are up early," he said with his typical smirk. "It seemed a good time for a run... alone." He raised an eye... bulge, "you have snuck away from your handler again, yes?" Of all the pompous--! She kept her eyes ahead, "he sleeps." Sergei made a show of looking around, "there is no one to disturb us, then? A race, perhaps?" "You always loose." "Valentina, you wound me! I am wounded. Surely you are not one to shrink from such a challenge." ЬЯЗZHЙЭV, there was just no avoiding it, "very well." "A lap, then? To the flag pole?," the smirk bared teeth, "Go!" He stepped into her and shoved, darting out ahead. So typical. Valentina stumbled but managed to keep her footing. She charged onward, keeping pace just to the side and slightly behind Sergei. No sense making this any more unpleasant than it needed to be. The two plodded on, in their awkward, head-low, but surprisingly swift Kerbal gait. She could hear him grunting, straining to stay ahead. Good, let him exhaust himself. Valentina's own body was working like a precision-tuned aircraft, her foot-falls perfectly efficient, her breathing rapid but measured. Her timing must be flawless. The pair rounded the final curve, heading back toward the unadorned flagpole in the center of the track. Now! Valentina surged forward, digging into her reserves of strength, quickly closing the gap with Sergei. She saw the elbow coming. She grabbed, twisted, drawing a squeak from him, pirouetted and rebounded off, then passed out of his reach, passing the flagpole a moment later. She continued on for a moment before slowing, then turned, ready for... Sergei was half a meter behind the line, red-faced and panting. "You...cheat...!" He huffed. "You elbow." "An...accident!" "Unlikely." "I...shall see...Kommissar!" Valentina grunted and rolled her eyes. "If you ever actually saw the Kommissar, you would run away as fast as you could, just like anyone else," she said, putting her hands on her hips, head cocked, "and you would still be slower." "Gah!" He blurted, balling his hands into fists and drawing himself up to his full, unimpressive height, "I do not have to take such insult from a mere peasant girl!" Valentina narrowed her eyes. That stung. "STДLIЙSКIУ!" She took a step toward him. "Kiss your mother with that mouth?" He smirked, "oh. No, I guess you don't." That was--! He was--! Even for him--! She bared teeth and prepared to charge. Suddenly, the brightening dawn dimmed. They both looked up. "Ah, Comrade Igor," Sergei said with a smug smile, "your charge here was just about to--" Igor lowered his massive head till it was a centimeter from Sergei's face, whose smile quickly faded. "Break. You." Igor said softly. Sergei's eyes widened till they took up most of his face. "Like. Egg." He swallowed hard. "You. Go. Now." Sergei suddenly remembered some very pressing matter somewhere not there, and scuttled off. Igor straightened, and glowered. "Valentina." "But he... I..." Igor sighed like a gale, "is my job protect you. If you break Sergei, I laugh. But you not go to space. And I must see Kommissar." He smiled, "I do not like to see Kommissar." As if finally deciding it was safe to come out, the sun hesitantly peeked over the mountains to the east. Warm light flooded the valley, and an unfamiliar sound. Valentina looked up, and beheld a strange sight. As a pilot, she knew aircraft. Even this one. The Foreigner had arrived. "Come," said Igor grimly, "is time."

Get the cost low enough, and entrepreneurs will suddenly start finding uses for it. Like that Mars reality tv show, or rich folks who want to go play Neil Armstrong on the moon. Doesn't have to be pure science.

But if it's 20T of fuel, for example, and can be sent on a second launch, still at a lower cost..

I don't like this, but I agree with it. Plus, IIRC SpaceX's Falcon Heavy will have a similar payload capacity at a fraction of the cost, IF SpaceX can deliver on their promise of reusability. And so far, they've been keeping their promises, if somewhat delayed.

Chapter 1: A Clear Night Valentina Kerman pulled her heavy coat tight against the uncaring wind. She walked quickly on, ignoring it, across the complex. The cold never bothered her much anyway. Despite the multitude of lights, the stars shown brightly overhead on this crystal clear night. She looked up at them as she walked, reminded of the frigid, sparkling winter nights back home on the taiga. How many times had she stared up at them, the cold biting at her face, as they seemed to beckon and whisper? As long as she could remember, she dreamed of being up there, in that immaculate lucidity. How many times had she stood there, oblivious to the snow up to her waist, reaching and dreaming until her old gran-deda--? "Comrade Pilot!" Valentina jerked back to the present, returning a tepid salute to the surprised young technician as she walked past. The facility was nearly deserted at this hour, but Kerbals could still be found here and there, going about some important task on this unseasonably cold spring night. She tried to keep to the shadows as she moved, the technicians wouldn't say anything, but she needed to avoid-- "Comrade Pilot!" She gave another listless salute. She still found it odd that they looked at her with such awe. If only they knew... She looked up at the brilliant stars again. It wouldn't be long now. Two more days. She just had to get through tomorrow. She hated such politics. Get through tomorrow, and then it was just the automatic actions of a well-trained pilot. Then, she would bring respect and an honorific to her family. Just get past the political-- "Comrade Pilot." PЦTIЙ. Speaking of politics... "Comrade Political Officer," she saluted smartly this time, "it is late for you to be about." "One might say the same of you, Comrade Pilot," he smiled a wide smile that did not touch his eyes, "with respect, papers, please." She held his gaze and resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she handed him her small document wallet. The other Kerbal took it, produced a tiny flashlight, and meticulously looked over the myriad of paperwork. "As expected, Comrade, all is in order," he said as he handed the wallet back to her with that cold smile, "there is a chill in the air tonight. Do keep warm." She saluted again. He returned it, turned and left, saying before he did, "glory to Arsotzka." Valentina blinked. That was an odd thing to say. She sighed and walked on, hearing somewhere off behind her, "Halt! You there! Papers, please!" She turned a corner, and there it was, looking helpless as a beached whale on its horizontal rail carrier. Her rocket. Her passage into space. She approached slowly and stared up at the multitude of engine nozzles in their protective covers. She would be the First. Well, not the first. That honor had already been claimed by another. No one had seen it coming. No one had expected it. The Foreigners had been the first to put a Kerbal into space. And not only into space. He had orbited the planet, opened his hatch, climbed out, and claimed the first spacewalk as well. Valentina began to climb the steep ladders up the scaffolding. It had been an embarrassment to the Imperium the likes of which had not been seen in a generation, broadcast live over the air where not even they could conceal it. Funding to the overwhelmed Ussari space program had flowed freely since then. The Union would reclaim technological superiority at any cost. A race was beginning. A race to the heavens, and beyond. The Foreigners boasted loudly about their next planned launch. A second Kerbal in space before the Union had launched even one was unthinkable, and yet there it was, on the entertainment box, for the world to see. The Imperium had not even tried to suppress it. Valentina reached the platform at the top of the stairs. And then the accident. Live, on the entertainment box, for the world to see. Smoke, and confusion, and fire. So much fire. She knew the Kerbish language well enough to understand the announcer's pained and futile calls for help, before the screen went to static. It had been heart-wrenching to watch, even if they were strange foreigners. Everything had changed after that. And tomorrow... Ugh, how she hated politics. She reached out, and touched the cold steel casing of the solid rocket motor. This was something she could understand. Valentina began to walk down the platform, along the flank of the massive rocket, running her stubby fingers along the painted steel. This, this was something real. She was to be First. She knew why she had been chosen. She was the Best. Top of her class at the Imperial Air Force Academy. Thousands of hours flying the fastest things on wings at a ridiculously young age. She flew like the infamous Ussari winter: ice cold. No mistakes. She took to the theories of orbital mechanics naturally, could work out the equations in her head as if she could see the trajectories. She could run faster, climb higher, punch harder than any of her fellow Select. She had remained conscious for over a minute in the vacuum training chamber, had pulled eighteen G's in the centrifuge. But she knew this was not why she was chosen. She was chosen because she was the smallest. The other three Select were all small, but even Sergei stood centimeters over her. His ego, of course, was not so small. Valentina reached the tip of the rocket. Within the pointed nose cone and its launch escape tower, was her tiny, spherical pod. It was a simple matter of physics, really. This rocket would take her on a suborbital flight into space, but only just. Every gram saved on the pilot was another precious few meters of altitude. She would be little more than inert payload anyway. The Foreigner had flown his rocket all the way to orbit by his own hand. Valentina's rocket was completely unguided. It would rely on careful engineering and a natural gravity turn to bring her to space for just a few fleeting moments. It was the best-- "Valentina," said an ominous voice behind her. "PЦTIЙ," she said to the wind. "Language!" the Voice scolded. This time she did roll her eyes. She turned. "Hello, Igor." "Is late. You should not be about. Is important day tomorrow." Igor simply towered over her. He towered over most Kerbals. He was built like a stone, and twice as stubborn. He probably ate them, too. "Indeed. How do you expect me to sleep on a night such as this?" Igor raised his eye... bulges, "is great Valentina Kerman afraid of uniforms and handshakes?" "I would rather fly to space on the outside of this rocket." He smiled... warmly. From some cavern in his heavy coat, he produced her wide-brimmed hat with the two small, gold stars marking her as a Lieutenant. He placed it gently on her head. "Come. Is cold. If you catch death, I must see Kommissar. I do not like to see Kommissar." Valentina sighed, and descended another steep staircase with him. Igor had a very dry sense of humor. He was also the only person she'd ever known who spoke with an accent in his native language. She thought it must be all the rattails he smoked. That couldn't possibly be good for the brain. The two walked in silence through the deserted complex. Above, the Mün now shown down with a sickly light. It had always made Valentina uncomfortable. She couldn't quite say why. She much preferred the darkness of a starry night to that insincere glow. Around them, the wind swirled and blew on. It whispered troublingly.

WHISPERS OF THE KRAKEN Part II of The Kraken Trilogy With great thanks, edited by @Ten Key, compiled by @qzgy Offline PDF compilation available here. A more detailed account if the rise of the Ussari Space Program its self can be found here. -------------------------------------------- The Mappe. Complete credit goes to @Pds314 and his thread can be found here. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Prologue: Wind and Snow ACT I: The First Whispers Chapter 1: A Clear Night Chapter 2: A New Dawn Chapter 3: Politics Chapter 4: An Invitation Chapter 5: Poyekhali! Chapter 6: Into Darkness Chapter 7: Into the Light Chapter 8: Starry Night Chapter 9: Reclining at Table Chapter 10: Changes Chapter 11: Kermangrad Chapter 12: Crimson Square Chapter 13: Crimson Dawn Chapter 14: Waiting Chapter 15: Krazniyy Oktyabr Chapter 16: The End of the Dream Chapter 17: A Pleasant Night Chapter 18: For All Kerbalkind Chapter 19: Crow Chapter 20: Arrangements Chapter 21: An August Summer Night Chapter 22: Winds of Change Chapter 23: The Flight of Sila, pt. 1 Chapter 24: The Flight of Sila, pt. 2 Chapter 25: Choices Chapter 26: Night and Day Chapter 27: A Pound of Flesh Chapter 28: The Fall Chapter 29: A Shot in the Dark Chapter 30: Zarya Chapter 31: A Prelude to Silence Chapter 32: Hunting Chapter 33: Silence Chapter 34: The Darkness... and the Light Chapter 35: Homecoming Chapter 36: In Union Assembled Chapter 37: Sacrifice Chapter 38: By Dawn's Early Light Chapter 39: Der Kommissar Chapter 40: The End of the Beginning --------------------------------------------------------------------- Interlude: Heavy is the Head --------------------------------------------------------------------- ACT II: Stranger in a Strange Land Chapter 41: A Long, Strange Trip Chapter 42: Diplomacy Chapter 43: Stranger in a Strange Land Chapter 44: A Hard Day's Night Chapter 45: The Wretched Hive of Scum & Villainy Chapter 46: Food and Drink Chapter 47: How to Make an Entrance Chapter 48: Close Encounters of The Weird Kind Chapter 49: A History Lesson Chapter 50: Rain Chapter 51: The Cheeseburger Chapter 52: One Giant Bleep Chapter 53: The Halls of Medicine Chapter 54: Uncomfortably Numb Chapter 55: The Kerb of the Hour Chapter 56: Summoned, Sentenced Chapter 57: Wanderings Chapter 58: Off We Go... Chapter 59: ...Into the Wild Blue Yonder Chapter 60: Girl, On Fire Chapter 61: Crash and Burn Chapter 62: Casting Out Chapter 63: Words, Words, Words... Chapter 64: High Noon Chapter 65: O Brave New World Chapter 66: All Good Things... --------------------------------------------------------------------- Interlude: Whispers of the Past, Shadows of the Future --------------------------------------------------------------------- ACT III: Shadowscourge Chapter 67: Awakening Chapter 68: Home, Sweet Home Chapter 69: Seeking Answers Chapter 70: A Last Whisper Chapter 71: Night Train Chapter 72: Dangerous Thoughts Chapter 73: A Terrible Mistake Chapter 74: The Right Questions Chapter 75: Shattered Chapter 76: McQueen, She Ain't Chapter 77: Monster Chapter 78: Old Friends Chapter 79: Igor Ex Machina Chapter 80: ...And a Light Went Out of the World Chapter 81: Out of the Frying Pan... Chapter 82: ...But Left a Spark Chapter 83: ...And Onto the Pyre Chapter 84: A Memory of Darkness Chapter 85: One Small Step Chapter 86: House of Shadows Chapter 87: Ghosts of Yesterday Chapter 88: Shadows and Mündust (Redux) Chapter 89: Lies Chapter 90: Truth Chapter 91: Out of Her Mind... Back in Five Minutes! Chapter 92: Toruk Makto Chapter 93: Paint it, Black Chapter 94: Down the Smeerp Hole Chapter 95: Hello Darkness, My Old Friend Chapter 96: Shadowscourge Chapter 97: On the Shoulders of Giants Chapter 98: Final Flight Chapter 99: Where the Shadow Lies Chapter 100: A Promise of Light ---------------------------------------------------------------- Epilogue: Revelations of the Kraken Officially Unofficial I-don't-own-any-of-it Soundtrack ------------------------------------------------ Prologue: Wind and Snow Clouds hung thickly, gray and featureless, obscuring the mountain peaks higher up and making the valley seem even more isolated. Where the clouds met the mountains, their edges churned and roiled, driven by the fierce, frigid, hurricane-force winds cascading into the valley below. As the wind descended and spread out across the valley floor it slowed and warmed, until by the time it reached Boris Kermanskiovitch, it was merely a chilling breath. He stood, looking out over the valley, his bare hands folded behind him, oblivious to the cold as the wind whispered around him. He wore a heavy coat trimmed with fur, massive thick boots that added to his already imposing height, and a tall ushanka on his head, the ear-flaps always pinned up, emblazoned with the Crimson Star of the Ussari Union, and the insignia marking him as a Kommissar. He stood, impassively, a half-smoked rattail dangling from his lips, and observed the flurry of activity in the distant pit in the valley floor as snow slowly drifted down around him. He sensed the other's approach, and leaned heavily on the ancient wooden railing before him. It creaked and groaned in protest, as did the worn floor boards as the other Kerbal joined him at the railing. Boris did not look away from the valley, but produced a half-empty pack of rattails from his coat, which he offered wordlessly to the newcomer, who took one as he, too, leaned on the long-suffering railing. The newcomer dug out a match, struck it into flame on the railing, and lit the rattail, taking a long, deep drag. He took it from his mouth and regarded it for a moment, blowing the smoke out to mix with the harsh draft, then took another slow drag. "ЬФЯSCHT," said Igor finally. Only the slightest flick from Boris's eyes, "ЬФЯSCHT?" "DД." "DД?" "DД." "ЙУЗT." "DД." "ЙУЗT!" "DД!" "DД?" "DД." "DД," Boris sighed heavily. Igor nodded, rose, and saluted smartly. He did not wait for the senior Kerbal to return the salute, but pivoted on his heel and withdrew, silent but for the creaking floorboards. Boris listened to him depart, staring off towards the valley. At length he stood, and took a long, final drag on his rattail, now down to a nub. He plucked it from his mouth and held it before him, turning it back and forth in his stubby, callused fingers, holding in the acrid smoke. Finally he flicked it away, watched it arc through the air and land in the snow, which retreated out of revulsion. He blew the smoke out in an ominous cloud, "DД." For a time he stood motionless, hands clasped behind his back again, staring at nothing. ЬФЯSCHT, he thought, DД. "DД..." he said to the wind. Slowly, a trembling sneer grew on his lip, the trembling then spreading over his entire body. "PЦTIЙ" he swore roughly, spat, and then stormed off. Snow swirled as the wind whispered indifferently.

Did... did you spear her?

I was going to post more construction pix, but I spent nearly all of Sunday maddeningly trying to get THIS monstrosity to Minmus: Trying to put the rocket UNDER it just refused to work. I tried every possible permutation of ridiculously long and finny, until I had so many fins upon fins they were tearing themselves right off, and STILL every single launch attempt ended up like THIS: So I finally say, "Oh yeah, Aerodynamics?? Well I'll just put the rocket ABOVE! the payload!" Taking the most Kerbal approach finally worked. I stacked a small(ish) fuel tank and BIG engine under the lander, then built the main fuel tanks above it with some pretty ridiculous plumbing, and a couple of big LRB's, and finally, it went straight! Well mostly. Right general direction at least. Up-ish. Then spent another hour trying to get the !@#&$^%!!! seperatrons to fire! But no matter what I did they adamantly refused to stage, stock or modded, and the boosters kept hitting the engine, and extreme cussing hilarity ensued. Finally I had to resort to using an action group. Climb out going well... Main fuel tank depletion and jettison. This part actually worked surprisingly well with enough SpaceY seperatrons, and one tiny offset one to nudge it out of the way of the rocket behind. Followed three seconds later by plumbing tank jettison... Orbit, at last! But now the bloody Mün was in the way. Had to tweak the maneuver node to change a collision to a grabbity assist... I was about done by this point. Bugger the parking orbit, I'm diving straight at the base! Transfer stage is left to crash into Minmus. And finally, on the surface! I'm reminded how utterly useless rovers are in the weak Minmusian grabbity, but this thing's (eventually) going to Duna. I see I missed a strut connection and some other weak points that will have to be fixed with KIS-ed Quantum Struts, but I brought extra. And I just remembered the lone base caretaker is a Scientist, not an Engineer, so she can't fix anything. And is probably bat-poop crazy after years alone on Minmus.

Why am I not subscribed to this?? Doh!