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Couldn't agree more. It would be nice to see stuff like this get a shout out on Fanart Friday occasionally, as well as the more obvious artworks.

I remember somebody posting a picture of a modded part that looked quite similar. It was a bit more obviously made of individual metal panels but it was clean and shiny whilst still looking like something you might build by hand in a very modestly appointed machine shop (or barn if you prefer ). Not quite literally found by the side of the road but close enough to fit with that aspect of KSP canon if it's one you subscribe to. I remember thinking at the time that it would be a good look for stock 1.25m parts.

Thanks for digging that out. The whole of that section you quoted is an excellent response to @LoSBoL's 'why so serious?' question in my opinion. And I've long been an advocate of @tater's idea there of starting with "early style" parts and upgrading them via texture replacements as the player progresses through the tech tree.

*blushes* Yes indeed. Thanks for the correction. And regardless of what it says about life beyond Earth, the fact that we can do this sort of stuff now is just mind-blowing.

This. Taking this exoplanet as an example, sure there might be water vapour in its atmosphere but, from the article, it also has a surface temperature of over 2000 degrees Celsius. If there's anything alive down there then a) it's not based on anything resembling terrestrial biochemistry and b) I ain't going anywhere near it. Anything that can survive those temperatures be tough, yo. More seriously - we can observe all the ice, CO2, prebiotic organic molecules etc. we like beyond Earth. That's still not proof of life beyond Earth, although it does make it more likely.

Wow - I'm flattered! Buffalo is a fair old way from Edinburgh sadly, otherwise we could make this happen.

Another vote for Chaikin here. Asiya Siddiqi's The Soviet Space Race with Apollo is a rather dry but very interesting look at the Soviet space program. Starman - a Yuri Gagarin biography is worth reading too, as is Deborah Cadbury's Space Race: The Epic Battle Between America and the Soviet Union for Dominion of Space, at least it is once you get past the over-the-top subtitle. Rowland White's Into the Black is an interesting look at the development of the Shuttle, its first test flight and the beginning of post-Apollo era at NASA. Jeb has got nothing on John Young in the badS stakes, that's for sure. Finally, Packing for Mars by Mary Roach (aka everything you wanted to know about zero-G toilets but were afraid to ask), is probably not for the overly sensitive but does give a very frank (and often amusing if somewhat scatological) look at the finer details of living in space.

Man - somebody should turn that into a computer game. I'd play the heck out of something like that. Edit. But the real question is - could you fit a Blue Meanie into a Blue Moonie?

This would be a great idea. It would go a long way to giving your crew a bit of personality and a reason to choose one pilot over another. You could do something similar for scientists too - after all Science! isn't some monolithic thing that all Scientists! are equally good at. "Bob here is our astrophysicist. Give him a thermometer, a gravioli detector and an accelerometer and he'll tell you more about the solar wind than you care to imagine. He can't tell one end of a Mystery Goo canister from the other though. Whereas Geoffley is our materials kerb. Give him a Science Jr and a solar cell to power it, and he's happier than a klam." Bob can use his instruments to best effect, either giving the player the current yield of science points for those experiments (or maybe a slight bonus) but a reduced science point yield for materials experiments. You want full Science! value out of that Goo canister though - better make sure Geoffley's on board. Just don't expect him to get much information out of those temperature readings.

If anyone's interested, Into the Black is a pretty good look at the history of the Shuttle and its first test flight. I'd want to verify it with other sources but the politics are interesting. A lot of it seemed to be NASA trying to find something (anything) to do after Apollo and the fact that there was national pride at stake - America needed, or was felt to need, some whizzy new space technology to prove that it still had the lead in space post Apollo. NASA needed the Air Force on board to justify the Shuttle and everything else followed on from that.

SpaceX - better than starting manned?

Not disparaging Blue Origin in the slightest - what they've done is impressive and I look forward to seeing New Glenn flying and landing. But there's really no comparison between a hop over the Karman line and returning the first stage of an orbital booster in terms of velocities, thermal loads on the airframe, aerodynamic stress and probably a whole bunch of other stuff that I know nothing about. I wouldn't have thought any of this needed to be pointed out on a KSP forum though.

Like I said - space tourism will be a thing for a while until they run out of billionaires. I don't see why SpaceX's moonshot should be any more or less risky than NASA's. Orion ain't going to blow anyone out of the water. It'll get its flight around the Moon for political reasons of which I will not speak here, and then it'll be scrapped for being too expensive to run.

"Turbulence is the most important unsolved problem of classical physics." - Richard Feynman. That's what a complete solution to the Navier-Stokes would provide - a way of properly calculating turbulence effects. I think.

A couple more then. If you want a visual gag, have your comedian appear waving a hacksaw. "Listen up people - this is not a drill!" What do you call a spider with no legs? - A currant. What do you call a sheep with no legs? - A cloud! What do you call a frog with no legs? - A lime! Alternative punchline provided by my wee nephew: A silly no-legged frog! Yeah, you found one of my life skills...

What's got four legs and flies? - The town garbage truck. What's brown and sticky? - A stick! What's blue and white and retains its cool in the desert? - A fridge in a denim jacket. How does an elephant hide in a cherry tree? - Paints its toenails red and lies upside down on a branch. How does an elephant get up a tree? - It sits on an acorn and waits for it to grow. How does that elephant get down from the tree? - It sits on a leaf and waits till the Fall. What's brown and white, wears a thong and swings through the trees? - Tarzan the Fridge. What's black and white and dangerous? - A magpie with an automatic rifle. What's black and extremely dangerous? - A raven with a grenade launcher. I had a pet newt once. I called him Tiny. Why? Because he was minute. I'll be here all day folks - I recommend the fish and don't forget to tip your server!

Much as I wish it wasn't, the future of spaceflight is essentially the status quo with some of the companies shuffled around a bit. Unless transport to orbit really does become close to airliner levels of routine then space tourism will be the thing to do for a while, then we run out of billionaires and the market subsides. And I haven't seen any other sensible commercial model for space flight. I love what SpaceX are doing and I love the fact that somebody is trying to break the current chicken-and-egg (aka market size and launch costs) loop, but outside of the same old geopolitical point scoring, I'm still skeptical about their future beyond LEO.

Pitchforks are rarely an aid to creativity or promoting positive feelings about your readers though.

Well, in case Kuzzter ever comes back to read this. Thanks for the time spent on the comic - I enjoyed it very much and I know very well that a minute or two worth of reading can easily translate into a day or two (very often more) of writing. And for what it's worth - this reader chooses 'They live' for a poll option. Cheers, KSK.

I think (not completely sure) that any ill effects would depend on module radius about the spin axis, and angular velocity. Big and slow is fine, small and fast - could be mush time. The Apollo PTC roll was about one revolution per hour and the capsule radius about 2m. I was assuming a similar rotation rate with a larger diameter, so everything should be OK for our intrepid crew!

Yep - but it's not just a jail.

Next chapter is up, this one with some actual spaceflight for a change! Comments on kerbal space cuisine inspired by @CatastrophicFailure. Blue and Grey Milden paced up and down the communal living room of the KSA quarantine suite, privately referred to as ‘Jim’s Jail’ by the kerbonauts. After the last minute change to Pioneer 5’s crew caused by James Kerman’s illness, crew training schedules now included a mandatory two week quarantine before launch day. Despite their relative luxury, the isolation quarters used in the final week were regarded as something to be endured rather than enjoyed by the flight crews, particularly the first time kerbonauts. Barrie looked up from her flight manual, speared another chunk of creva with her fork and turned back to her power up and prelaunch checklists. Wilford sliced a piece off his own breakfast steak and chewed on it thoughtfully as he watched Milden, mind drifting back to his flight aboard Moho 3 and his sleepless night before it. “Your steak’s getting cold,” he offered. “Last proper food for a couple of months - I’d make the most of it.” “I know,” said Milden. “I’m just not hungry. You think they’ll let me bag it up and take it onboard for a snack later on?” Wilford smiled at the weak joke. “Gene probably would,” he admitted. “but the medics might not be so amused. How much sleep did you manage to get last night?” Milden looked at him oddly. “Enough,” she said. “Why do you ask?” “Because I remember what it’s like,” said Wilford quietly. “I didn’t get much sleep at all before the Moho 3 launch. After the second nightmare, I was about this far,” he held up his finger and thumb, “from bailing on the flight.” Barrie put down her manual. Milden stopped her pacing and turned to face him. “You had nightmares?” she asked in disbelief. “Yep,” said Wilford. He decided not to go into details. “Not a surprise looking back. Jeb’s flight nearly ended in disaster because of a faulty synch trigger on the decouplers. We got that fixed for Camrie’s flight but…” He shrugged. “We were working with brand new technology. We tested it as best we could but another failure somewhere was always an option.” “But you climbed aboard anyway,” said Barrie. Wilford nodded. “I figured I wasn’t going to get any more sleep that night, so I went down to the canteen to get a drink and think things over. I found Jeb already there with the flight plan and what looked like half of Wernher’s schematics for the Moho booster. I got my drink - made Jeb a coffee - and we had a chat. I’ll always remember the end of that chat.” Milden sat down opposite him. “Why - what happened?” she asked curiously. “It was something that Jeb said,” Wilford replied. He closed his eyes for a second. “I’m not going to lie to you - at the moment, it’s still a risky business. But when the recovery team fish you out of that capsule tomorrow and haul you up onto the boat, I'm going to be there asking you just one question; were the risks worth it?” Wilford looked at her solemnly. “Jeb thought he knew the answer already - and he was right. They were. ” He smiled. “We used Minmus as a reference point for testing the attitude control system. Just seeing it with my own eyes, a tiny greenish-blue dot smack in the middle of the capsule window - I can’t describe it. I think it was at that moment that I knew everything was going to be okay. The spacecraft I was flying, everyone on the ground watching over the systems, all the procedures and planning - they were working just as we’d hoped.” Wilford’s eyes sparkled with a sudden fierce joy. “When I brought Moho 3 out of orbit, I promised myself I’d go back one day. I never dreamed that I’d be on the first flight out to that greenish-blue dot - that I’d be one of the first to see what it’s really like!” He shook himself. “Sorry - getting carried away there. Seriously though, Milden, we’ve come an awful long way from the old Moho days. We’re flying the most advanced spacecraft ever made, built by the best in the business. Our flight control teams have Kerm knows how many hundreds of hours experience between them.” He looked Milden in the eye. “Like Jeb, I won’t lie to you - we’re still in a risky business but we’ve got the best kerbals in the world behind us - and the risks are all worth it.” Barrie nodded approvingly. Milden picked up her fork and began to eat, mechanically at first but then with greater enthusiasm. Just as she swallowed the final mouthful, there was a knock at the door followed by a cheerful voice. “Everyone awake in there? Ten minute call for suiting up!” —————— “Okay, Milden - ready to take a short walk?” “Ready.” Milden glanced down at her suit readouts and checked her water and oxygen hoses, hands moving automatically from one lock to the next. “Water and oxygen locked.” She gave her bubble helmet a sharp twist, nodding in satisfaction as it stayed exactly where it was. Finally she uncoiled a length of tether, snapped one end onto her belt and looped the other through its D-ring on her chest. “Hat and gloves sealed, life support green, tether set.” “Copy.” Milden edged her way carefully through the hatch. Clumsily, she pulled the rest of her tether through after her muttering to herself as the stiff material flapped awkwardly around her. Sweating slightly in the confines of her suit, she found the safety buckle at its other end and clipped it onto the outside of the hatch. Barrie watched her pull herself clear of the capsule. “You’re doing fine. Left a bit. Great!” Cool air blew across Milden’s face. She tipped her head back, peering through the top of her helmet but all she could see was blackness. She took a deep breath, settled her boots firmly against the restraining bar holding them to Prospector 2’s hull, and straightened up. Like every other space-walking kerbonaut before her, she stared, enraptured by the blue-green sphere of her homeworld - seen for the first time as a planet in its own right, and a fragile sanctuary against the frozen dark. Barrie heard her suck in her breath. “It’s something isn’t it?” For a moment, Milden didn’t reply. “No sign of the KDS,” she said at last.” “We left that behind hours ago,” Barrie agreed. Milden tipped her head to one side, squinting at the glowing horizon along the edge of her visor. Awestruck she watched it crawl away from her rough and ready reference mark, Kerbin itself shrinking before her eyes as she sped away from it. “Come on,” said Barrie gently, “We’ll point a window towards home once we’re all aboard.” Milden shook herself, “Right.” She reached up, unclipped her tether and secured it to the next attachment point before easing her feet free. Slowly, deliberately, she worked her way along the hull, pausing occasionally to sneak a look around her. The flanks of her spacecraft gleamed mirror bright under her feet, matched by the reflected sunlight from the photovoltaic arrays jutting out to either side. Peering down between her legs, she could just see the habitation module hatch with Barrie’s head and shoulders poking out through it. “I’m clear. Watch your feet on the edge. There you go - nicely done! You want to pass your tether down - get it out of the way? Okay, Wilford - we’re ready for you. Don’t lock the hatch behind you.” Wilford’s answering laugh echoed inside her helmet. Milden watched his head emerge from the command module hatchway, helmet and life support backpack cutting an oddly blocky notch out of Kerbin’s horizon. —————— An appetising smell emerged from the galley, followed by Barrie nonchalantly pushing a tray of steaming ration packs in front of her, already opened and clipped into their handles. Leaving the tray floating in midair, she unstowed the collapsible dining table from it's recess in the habitation module hull. The tray fitted snugly into its own recess, held in place by the ubiquitous patches of hook-and-loop fabric. "Hey - you two want me to eat these for you as well?" Milden looked over her shoulder in surprise as Barrie continued in mock indignation. "I got one spare white bean stew with extra firewhisker and one grey mush - my apologies, one tuber and pepper cactus surprise - with tomato sauce." Wilford tucked his book into its elasticated pouch on the wall. "Better hope that Sherf isn't on a console," he said, "She and Derny spent Kerm knows how long perfecting this." He swung his legs over the edge of his sleeping shelf and carefully pushed off towards the floor. Tucking his feet under a convenient pair of restraints, he buckled himself into his sack chair and reached for his ration pack. Ignoring Barrie's amused look he dug happily into his meal. "Mmm - I think Derny is still tinkering with this one. The extra onion sure makes a difference." "And we can still patch the EVA suits with it in an emergency," said Barrie. "How's the stew, Milden?" "It's very good," said Milden softly. Barrie followed her gaze and smiled. "Never gets old does it?" Milden shook her head. "There's so many of them. There's got to be somebody else out there, Commander. Somebody other than kerbals I mean. I sometimes wonder if some of them are flying to one of their muns right now and asking themselves the same thing." "Maybe some of them are," said Barrie. "And I bet they're wishing they had a hot pouch of coffee to help them along the way. Can I get you two anything to wash these fine rations down with?" "A green djeng please, Commander," said Milden. "Coming right up," replied Barrie. “And I keep telling you - that's Barrie to you. Leave the ranks and titles for the simulator and the kerbonaut office." She waved at the window. "Out here, it's just us. What are you drinking, Wilford?" "Just a water please," answered Wilford. "Thought I'd brew up a sapwood later for the TV broadcast." He glanced at the instrument panels above his head. "We're still set up for the finale?" "Yep," said Barrie. "Should have quite a show for them tonight." The Prospector 2 crew finished their meal in companionable silence. Milden sat cross-legged by a window, her pouch of djeng floating within easy reach. Wilford gathered the empty ration packs and tidied them away before pulling out a Tiles set from its webbing by his sleeping bag. He raised his eyebrows at Barrie. "Spot you five?" Barrie snorted. "I was going to ask you the same question. Set ‘em up - honours even. I'd better check in with Mission Control." She pulled herself carefully over to the communication panel and flipped a switch. "Flight, Prospector 2 on high gain alpha. How do you read?" Nelton's reply was tinny but clear. "Loud and clear, Prospector. Be advised, we've just run a poll down here and you're looking good across all boards. CapSys recommends you restart the thermal control roll after the broadcast though." "Understood, Flight. Confirm we have the spin-up program loaded and checked." "Copy. How are you all doing up there?" "I've said it before, Flight but this habitation module was the best idea we ever had! Proper bunks, an honest to Kerm dining table and I don't get Kerke's elbow in my eye for the whole journey. Can't beat it. Milden's enjoying the view and I'm thinking we've got plenty of time before the broadcast for me to hand Wilford his box at Tiles." "Not a hope," Wilford put in cheerfully. "Just so the flight controller pool knows, the good Commander has refused my generous offer of a five-spot." Nelton chuckled. "I like to see confidence in my spacecraft commanders - but I think I'll sweep low on this stake." "No faith," said Barrie sadly. "That's the problem with flight directors these days. No faith.” The first game of the set was long over and Barrie was frowning at the board, trying to stave off a second defeat, when the communication panel chimed overhead. "Pioneer 2, Flight. Twenty minutes to showtime.” “I’ll get the cameras,” said Milden. “You finish your game.” “Appreciate that,” said Barrie wryly as she tapped a tile into place on the board. She ducked slightly as Milden drifted overhead. “At least this one should be over in time to spare the folks back home my blushes.” Milden checked the battery charge on the camera before unclipping it from its mounting bracket. She pushed off for her sleeping shelf, careful not to snag the trailing power and data cable on anything. Settling herself, she flipped up the viewfinder and switched the camera on. “Flight, Prospector. Camera on, are you receiving?” “We’re getting a good picture, Prospector. Recommend Barrie takes that five-spot next time.” “Everyone’s a critic,” grumbled Barrie. “Well played, Wilford.” “Thanks,” said Wilford. “You too. Think I’ll go through to the galley - get that sapwood ready.” Barrie nodded. “I’ll get the window camera set up then start the comms check. Milden took a set of note cards out of her pocket and flipped through them, half listening to Barrie’s running conversation with Nelton and occasionally glancing up at the flight clock. “Two minutes, Prospector.” “Copy, Flight.” Barrie flipped a switch on the communications panel and suddenly the background chatter of technicians and television crew filled the habitation module alongside the more measured responses from the capsule systems team. “Prospector, Flight. Audio test.” “Good pickup, Flight.” “That’s affirmative. Going live in ten…nine…eight…” Milden panned the camera around, tracking Barrie as she pushed away from the control panels. “…Jonbo Kerman, going live to Prospector 2. Can you hear us Prospector?” Barrie smiled into the camera. “We can hear you, Jon. Good to have you with us again.” “Thank you for taking time for us, Barrie. How’s the flight going?” “Very well thank you, Jon. We’re a little under three days out from Minmus right now, so we’re making the most of our last day in the habitation module. Tomorrow we’ll be going back into the command module, where we’ll be staying until we’re on the way back to Kerbin in six days time.” “You won’t be staying their for the whole six days though, I hope?” Barrie laughed. “We hope not too, Jon, but we won’t know for sure until we wake the lander up. That’s a big part of what we’ll be doing for the next two days - we have a third midcourse correction burn first thing tomorrow morning your time - and then we’ll be running a complete systems check on the whole spacecraft to make sure we’re ready for the landing attempt.” “And everyone at KBS News is wishing you the best of luck with that, Barrie. But for now, for the folks that couldn’t join us for our last broadcast, we were all wondering if you could show them around a little?” “Be happy to, Jon.” Barrie cleared her throat. “Okay, Prospector is a lot like the Pioneer spacecraft that we use for going to the Mün. We’ve got a service module at the back which holds our main engine for getting into and out of Minmus orbit. We’ve got a lander on the front for getting down to the surface and back, and we’ve got the main command module. That’s the only part of the ship with a heat shield and it’s the part we’ll be flying back down to Kerbin in.” Barrie smiled again. “The thing is though - that command module is pretty compact. It’s fine for flying to the Mün and back but it’s too small for the round trip to Minmus. By the time we’d filled it with all the supplies and for the journey, there wouldn’t be much room for us kerbonauts! So the KSA built us a habitation module to live in.” “Is it true that the habitation module was based on the Endurance space station, Barrie?” “Absolutely, Jon. The original Endurance module was originally designed to support four kerbals in space for four weeks. We had to move the hatch around to the side and make some other changes too but the Endurance design turned out to be a good place to start. We’ve got Milden here with the camera, if you’re ready for a guided tour?” “That would be splendid, Barrie.” Recognising her cue, Milden tilted the camera until the hatch was framed neatly in her viewfinder. “Um. Like Commander Barrie said, the habitation module has a side mounted hatch. It’s in the middle of the spacecraft, in between the service and command modules, so, um, a hatch in the end would be no good.” The camera panned slowly left. “At the end there is the toilet compartment and then most of the module is divided into two by these shelves fitted to either side. They’re, uh, a bit like bunk beds - we sleep two to a shelf.” Milden zoomed in on her sleeping space. “We get our own sleeping bag and lots of elasticated webbing pockets to store personal belongings in like books and things. It’s a bit like being in a tent.” “But with a better view outside, right?” Milden’s face lit up. “Oh yes! If I get any spare time during the flight, I like to sit by a window and watch the stars. You just never get tired of it.” “But when we do need to take a break from stargazing,” Barrie put in, “there’s room for other things too. Down here,” the camera tracked her gesture, “we’ve got a table and sack chairs. It looks a little snug but it’s actually pretty roomy in zero-g. Wilford is a bit of a traditionalist - he likes to use the table as an actual dining table.” Barrie tore a tile off the abandoned board and held it up to the camera. “As you can see, we’ve got a Tiles set too. The hooks on the back here stick onto little bits of fluffy fabric on the game board which stops them from floating away.” “So where is Wilford?” “He’s in the galley making himself a drink. Could you pass me the camera please. Milden?” “Um. Certainly, Commander.” Milden turned the camera around and carefully pushed it over to Barrie, treating the watching KBS team and their viewers to the sight of the habitation module walls drifting slowly past. Deftly, Barrie snagged the camera from mid-air and carried on talking. “This compartment here is the galley, where we keep all our food supplies. What you got for us, Wilford?” Wilford waved at the camera as it appeared around the doorway. “Just mixing up a sapwood from one of our new multi-bag packs.” He held up a pouch of white powder with a nozzle attached to each end. “I prefer my sapwood with milk, so that’s what I’m going to take care of first.” Wilford unclipped the cold water hose and pushed the end over one of the nozzles. “We have to make sure this is on tight - if the hose pops off, we’ll have water balls floating everywhere. Okay.” He pressed a button and a jet of water shot into the bag, breaking up into a myriad of shimmering spheres that slowly turned a pearlescent white as the milk powder stuck to them and began to dissolve. Wilford disconnected the hose, catching the stray water droplets with a towel. “Next, we knead the bag, make sure all that powder is properly dissolved. Then we screw this nozzle on this bag onto this nozzle on this other bag here…and squeeze.” The milk streamed through into the second bag, splashing off the toffee coloured coating inside. “Knead the bag again, give it a shake and there you have it - one zero-gravity sapwood!” Barrie applauded from behind the camera. “And before you say it, Jon, we did try putting the milk and sap into a single bag but they just don’t mix right. Unless you use hot water.” Wilford made a face. “Which doesn’t taste so good,” Barrie finished. Wilford screwed a spout onto his sapwood bag. “Last but not least - the drinking spout. Beloved by parents all across Kerbin, with a built in valve to stop spillages by clumsy kerblets - or kerbonauts!” ————— Gerselle laughed. “He’s right - that looks just like something you’d give a kerblet to drink from. I wonder how well it would work for pastes - a bag of puree with a spout would be perfect for weaning.” “Oh Kerm, yes,” agreed Jonton. “Anything to keep the food in one place instead of over the floor and into little eyes.” “And hair,” said Gerselle. She shuddered. “I still have nightmares about washing Joenie’s hair after the blueberry pudding shampoo game.” Enely rolled over on his makeshift bunk and smiled at the unforced banter between his two friends. The long watch over Gerselle’s Kerm was beginning to take its toll on all three of them, none of them able to stray too far from the sleep room and at least one of them being constantly on the watch for the first sign of black spots. Speaking of which. He glanced up but, much to his relief, the glossy green leaves overhead remained resolutely blemish free. He yawned and picked up his book, flipping idly through the pages in search of his bookmark. “…this is our main camera by the window here. We brought it for um, for photography of Minmus from orbit but when we saw this, we really hoped we could um, share it with everyone back on Kerbin.” “We’re picking it up just fine, Milden and what a…what a truly incredible sight that is.” Gerselle sucked her breath in sharply. “Enely - look!” Enely looked up from his book. He blinked, peering at the television screen and then his eyes widened. “On the left, Kerbin. From here I can hold up my smallest finger and eclipse that fragile blue dot behind my finger nail. And, if you can see it on the right, that tiny grey speck is the Mün. Blue and grey, side by side, reminding all of us aboard Prospector 2 of how far we’ve come - and how far we still have to go.” << Chapter 74: Chapter 76>>

So you've rejected two perfectly good options simply for aesthetic reasons. Time to go find a mod.

Currently playing Elite: Dangerous and making a decent in-game living as an ice miner, itinerant explorer, and part time interstellar express freight hauler.

Awesome - thanks! Haven't had much luck getting it to work sadly but I'll fiddle around with it a bit more and see what I can do.