Krevsin

Don't get too excited Also, rainbow is the most fabulous colour of them all.

Perfectly understandable, but Czo does this not as his main occupation but as a hobby which is, as such, often affected by his private life, so exact ETAs are few and far between.

Just because you understand someone does not mean they are right. See also: Just because you have an opinion does not mean that it isn't wrong. Anyway, I'm loving this AAR so far. Keep it up, Czo.

And with that sentance you have just proven how the polar opposite is true. The thing about maturity is that when you're mature, you don't suddenly stop liking the things you like, they just stop being the most important things in life (because their place is taken by things such as job security, rent money et cetera). A lot of people who are fans are entirely adult and mature personalities, they just happen to like a thing and are not afraid of showing it. Also, "MLP has contributed nothing to society and has proven how mature or immature some people are"? You, my dear sir, have never heard of the charity events the brony fandom organises in order to spread the virtues the show promotes. They give things to charity, help in soup kitchens, make donations and just all around volunteer to do good deeds. If that is not a way in which the mere presence of MLP has contributed at least something to society, then I don't know what is. The only people it has proven immature is the masses of people who can't shut up about how much they hate everything MLP related and who constantly whine about how bad it is instead of doing the mature thing, which is acknowledging that they don't like the show and moving on with their life. As for the creepiness factor, a lot of adults like Adventure Time, the Transformers, TMNT and Kirby, all of which have been developed for and marketed to children, but are still widely enjoyed by children and adults everywhere. So, no, I do not find it creepy that a group of full-grown men like a thing originally meant for children. If you are going to make a comment on pornography, I shall remind you in advance about the infamous rule 34, which states that mere existance of the item dictates the coexistance of pornography of that item. No exceptions. The thing about MLP leaking over to other things that were "completely fine without it" are mostly limited only to bronies who happen to enjoy that thing as well and also has no effect on anyone but them. Not to mention that joining two items of popular culture has been a mainstay of popular culture for a long before MLP came around. Look at all the things Star Trek has spread into with fan fictions, drawings et all over the last half a century of its existance. Take another look at comic books wherein crossovers are incredibly popular and happen incredibly often, to much joy or dismay of some of the fans. As for you taking comfort that you have a higher IQ level and are more mature than your average brony: Just by claiming that you are smarter than a person who takes no shame in enjoying what they like you have proven that you are, in fact, not mature at all. The fact that you have a higher IQ has been denied by your obvious lack of research into the topic and the tendency to make grand, sweeping statements, most of which are incorrect.

Congratulations! You just got the Dumbass Of The Week award! Your entire argument is folly, people can like what they like and if MLP is liked by someone, that's entirely their thing. It does not effect you (no matter how much you whine and moan about someone publicly announcing that they like MLP) and neither does this thread. You see it's for bronies and if you are not a brony and do not like the show, what in Hawking's name are you even doing here? Do you think your "mighty words of wisdom" which basically just blatantly insult everyone who's ever watched and liked MLP will ever turn someone from the show and make them see what you percieve as "the truth"? Heck no! It'll just make them laugh at you or it will make some of them pissy and they will tell you to bug off if you don't like the same thing they do.

Oh, my, this has ended up on the 3rd page already? Chrissake... Anyway, the issues I had with the save file have been fixed and this can continue! Chapter 1 The Mun loomed high above the KSC and although the centre itself was lit up teeming with activity, same did not hold true for the suburbs of the nearby town of Kerbport, known colloquially as the Spacetown. Everyone was asleep and the darknes was interrupted only by the constant glow of the streetlights. In one of the houses slept Jebediah Kerman, the fabled Kerbonaut and the owner of a successful private firm that dealt in aerospace technology. He was still in active service as a kerbonaut even though that for the last 10 years, the USK Space Program hasn't sent any kerbals into orbit after the catastrophic crash of the Long Ranger and the subsequent deorbiting of its debris which caused quite a panic and resulted in some very surprised farmers in the Kerbstralian Outback and a doubly surprised cow. He slept in his bedroom, tightly wrapped in blankets and dreaming the same dream he had for the last decade, the dream of returning to the Mun. Suddenly, he was rudely roused from his slumber by the sound of a phone ringing. He grunted and turned away from the infernal racket, in hopes that it would silence the phone. It did not and after letting it ring for about a minute, he was finally willing to pick it up. "Yrsh?" he mumbled into the speaker. "Jeb! Great news, old buddy! You've been selected for the Ibo mission!" Came the reply. Jeb felt a tiny memory surface in his groggy brain. Ibo, the Britkerbian mission to Duna, made in cooperation with the USK, Deutkermany and Kerbtaly. "Okay." he mumbled into the phone. "That's why the KSC is cancelling your vacation. You must be at the KSC tommorow, 9 AM. Be punctual." the call ended. Jeb stared into the phone for a bit before putting the receiver away. Wow, he thought, he was going back into space, after all that time he spent grounded and teaching new kerbonauts. He heard a faint meow from somewhere next to his bed. "Oh, right." he said. He picked up the phone and dialled a number. After a while, he heard a yawn and a mumbled "Who's there" on the other side. "Hello. Sue? It's me, Jeb. I know it's late, but would you mind taking care of Mittens while I'm gone?" *** *** *** Jeb stared at the massive rocket atop which the Ibo landing module was perched. It was a massive thing, consisting of 7 large orange fuel tanks and 3 stages. He looked at his left, where his flight colleagues, Nelwell and Kelmy stood. "sooo... It's a big rocket." "Zat is correct." said Nelwell. Kelmy just nodded and whistled in admiration. "You know, in my country ve have a saying. It goes: Vat soares high must crash low." Nelwell added after a brief pause. "Well, I hope it isn't true, Nel." Jeb said. Kelmy said something in Kerbtalian. Jeb looked at him and raised a questioning eyebrow. "He said that zat Mobile launch platform is taking its sveet time." Nelwell said. Jeb looked at the platform, slowly inching from the VAB towards the launch pad. "Eeeyup." he said. The three watched the massive marvel of kerbal engineering slowly inch forward, attended from all sides by an army of engineers and scientists. Jeb understood why all attempts at making conversation failed. The three got along great as a group during training (Even if Kelmy refused to speak Kerbglish unless there was really no alternative) and worked well as a team. But on the day of the launch, the nervous anticipation got the best of every Kerbonaut, no matter how well trained. Jeb had seen many rocket crashes and catastrophes and he knew why. A rocket was such massive piece of complex engineering and things often didn't go as planned. "Definetly taking its sveet time" said Nelwell. Kelmy added something in Kerbtalian and the two burst into laughter. The mobile launch platform slowly inched its way forward. *** *** *** "Primary systems checked. You're clear to go, Jeb, commencing launch in 10, 9,..." "Okay guys, this is it. Are you ready?" "Ja." "Si." "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Liftoff!" The rocket engines roared, the capsule shook, the umbilical tower released and the rocket flew off into the air. "First stage online, all 6 mainsails working at peak efficiency." "Acceleration within safety limits." "Detecting slightly increased heart activity in Nelwell, he seems to be having fun." "Fuel crossfeed working beautifully, no loss of propellant detected in the primary tank." "Reaching ten thousand meters, beginning orbital maneouvers." "First stage running low on fuel, prepare to detach." "Altitude thirty thousand meters and rising steadily." "First stage detached, no structural damage detected." "increasing the pitch to 45 degrees." "Projected apoapsis outside atmosphere." "We have broken through the atmosphere, flying towards Ibo." "Projected apoapsis two million meters. Ibo orbit reached." "Second stage depleted, detaching." "The craft is in orbit. Handing control over to the capsule." *** *** *** "Listen, all I'm saying is that while Von Grun was a brilliant scientist, he was also too big of a dreamer." "Zat is true, Jeb, but vere vould ve be vithout ze dreamers and naive fools vho dare to dream big?" "Good point, but-" Jeb was interrupted by a crackle of static. "Hello, Ibo Lander module. This is Gene, the control has been handed over to you now." "Thanks, Gene. How long until we reach the apoapse?" "Eleven minutes. Listen up, when you reach the apoapsis, you will have to circularize. Estimated burn time is 1 minute 32 seconds. Good luck." There was another crackle of static and the radio traffic seemingly ceased. Jeb turned towards Nelwell again. "Now, as I was saying..." *** *** *** "KSC, ve have approached ze apoapsis. Commencing burn." The engine roared silently to life once more. "T minus 1 minute until engine cutoff." The engine made no noise, but the three kerbonauts felt the acceleration manifest itself as they were not too gently pushed into their seats. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Mark!" shouted Jeb and Nelwell killed the engine. "KSC, what's it looking like?" "Erm... Not to good, Jeb, we appear to have miscalculated. Your burn was too long." Kelmy let out a swear. "Now, there's nothing to worry about, You just need to do a small burn. You have the Delta Vee to spare." "Roger that, Gene." Jeb smiled. Some things at the KSC never change. "Nelwell, prepare for correction." "Yes, Jeb." "Correction complete. We're going to rezendvous with Ibo shortly." *** *** *** "Ve're approaching Ibo. Commencing decelleration." "Good. Prepare to ditch the third stage after you've killed your relative velocity." "Roger. Ibo in visual range. Commencing turnaround" "Relative velocity killed. Preparing to detach third stage." "Third stage detached. switching over to RCS thrusters." Kelmy said something in kerbtalian. "Jeb, Kelmy says he's established radio contact vith ze Ibo." "Tally ho! This is the Britkerbian vessel Ibo speaking. We are looking forward to seeing you aboard." "Understood, Ibo." "Ve're approaching Ibo at 0.5 m/s." "Killing relative velocity, ve are above Ibo now." "Setting the docking port as target, rotating to match up ze docking ports." "Applying thrust tovards ze target." "Uund... Docking successful. linking up ze lander with Ibo internal systems, turning off secondary systems. Gentlemen, ve are now entirely connected to Ibo." "Righty Ho, chaps. We're waiting for you in the central module."

Lovely stuff, lovely. Can't wait to see what the purpose of the mission is. I'm betting contact with Space Communists. I'm also writing my own AAR, Ibo, A Mission To Duna (thanks, czokletmuss, for inspiring me to get off my lazy arse and type something up). Progress has been delayed by the fact that the save got corrupted. Somehow.

That reminds me! Could somebody write up a theme song for The Grand Tour? We seriously need one.

IBO, A MISSION TO DUNA Ibo, from ancient Kerbtin, meaning "I will Go." This is the story of the planetary craft Ibo and its journey to Duna, going where no Kerbal has gone before. If I could, I would write a better intro, but I'm awful at that sort of thing. So I'll just post the prologue. Prologue "I spy with my little eye something that begins on letter... K!" "Huh, I wonder what it could be. Could it be.... Kerbin?" "Correct! How did you figure it out so quickly?" "I don't know, Bill, could it have to do with the fact that KERBIN IS THE ONLY FRIGGIN' THING YOU CAN SEE OUTSIDE THIS CAPSULE?" "Now, now, Bob, You jolly well know you can also see Solar Panels and Fuel Tanks." There was a loud smacking noise as Bob's palm met his face. "90 days trapped with you in this capsule... If you weren't my brother, I'd have murdered you and boiled you into a stew." "Ah, but I know you really wouldn't." "And why is that?" "Because you've been stuck in this capsule with Macry for 90 days as well, and you're not related to him, so you could've cannibalised him, but you didn't." "... true, but at least Macry can keep his mouth shut." There was a fumbling noise and Macry emerged from the back of the capsule. "Would you guys please, PLEASE shut up? I haven't slept well ever since we finished that burn from Minmus and I'd very much appreciate it if you two could keep silent." He said and stared at Bill and Bob, bags under his eyes clearly visible. "Okey-Dokey." Said Bill. "Do you want me to sing you a lullaby?" Macry's eyes flared with panic and he grabbed Bill by the collar. "NO! Please, for the love of everything holy, DO NOT SING. Just... keep quiet, okay?" Bill smiled. "Okay, Macry." Macry floated to the back of the capsule to his makeshift bed, consisting of two unused flags. For a while, everything was quiet. Bob closed his eyes and he let out a sigh of relaxation. Bill nervously looked around the capsule and twiddled his thumbs. The scene was utterly serene. "Hey, Bob?" asked Bill quietly. "Mmrh?" grunted Bob. "Do you think Mission Control will be mad at us for that unscheduled landing on Minmus?" "Probably." "How about Jeb?" "Oh, I'll get a load from him. I think he's jealous." "Fancy that. The first Kerbal on Mun, jealous of you, who have landed on Minmus with a craft designed only for orbit-to-orbit transfers." "Yeah. Well, that message I left there surely wasn't intended to provoke him, not at all." " 'I landed here using only a Nuclear Engine. Beat that, Jeb!' ?" "That's the one. I can't possibly see why he-" "AAAAAAAARGH!" Came a cry from the back. "You two are impossible!" shouted Macry and started donning the EVA suit. "Where do you think you're going?" Asked Bob. "Outside. It's the only place where I'll be able to get some sleep." replied Macry, donning the boots. "You can't do that! The radiation..." said Bill. "Sod the radiation!" snapped Macry. "I haven't bloody slept well in an entire bloody month. I think I'm entitled to some peace and quiet. And don't worry, I'll be tied to the depot with an umbilical so I won't float off." "What about pre-breathing?" asked Bob. Macry hesitated, suit's torso halfway on. "Well, damn." he said and started removing the EVA suit. Suddenly, the radio crackled into life. "Hello, Long Ranger, this is KSC, the High Orbital Rezendvous and Supply Craft 3 will rezendvous with the Orbital Depot in T minus 5 minutes. We apologize for our tardiness, there were some software bugs to iron out." Bob turned on the radio transmitter. "Roger that, KSC, preparing for rezendvous in T minus 5 minutes." He turned the transmitter off and turned to Macry. "Did you hear that, Mac? In five minutes, you'll have an entire Horse to sleep in." Macry's eyes brightened up. *** *** *** "Commencing decceleration burn in 3, 2, 1." "Begin." "5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Decceleration burn complete. Switching to RCS control." "RCS control engaged. Thrusters working perfectly, bringing the Horse in." "Relative velocity 1 meters per second. Distance to Depot, 300 meters and falling." "Establishing radio contact with Long Ranger. Gene, you're up." *** *** *** "Hey, look! I see the Horse!" exclaimed Bill and pointed at a speck in the distance approaching rapidly. The radio crackled into life again. "Hello, boys, I hope you are looking forward to this delivery. We're sorry it isn't quite a rescue module, but we're still working on that. The supplies on the Horse should provide you for 2 more weeks and it should give you some much needed empty space." Bill turned on the transmitter. "Thanks, Gene. We're looking forward to it. Especially the space, Bill was getting mighty annoying." There was a chuckle audible from the radio. "I can understand that. Anyway, prepare the depot junction for docking." Bob looked at the dashboard and pressed some buttons. There was a click and the docking port on top of the capsule opened, revealing the inside of the junction, a small, cramped place, barely big enough for a kerbal, with two docking ports which currently led to empty space. The lights on one of them changed from red to green, signalling it was ready for docking. Macry quickly floated into it with the two flags that served him as a blanket. He didn't quite fit all the way into it as his feet were still floating in the Long Ranger capsule. "Come on, come on, come on...." he muttered. Bob chuckled. "The junction is ready for docking. You may proceed, Gene." "Roger that, Bob." *** *** *** "Docking is a go! Engage RCS thrusters, bring her in gently." "Relative velocity 0.5 meters per second, targ-" "Holy carp! The main engine has come online! Relative velocity rising!" "Turn it off, turn it off!" "Trying, sir, but the Horse... It's not responding!" "All RCS thrusters, full power, aim away from the depot!" "RCS thrusters are not responding, sir! We have lost control of the craft!" "Collision imminent!" There was a stark moment of silence in the control room that seemed to drag on forever. "Collision T plus 1 second. Lost contact with the Depot and Long Ranger....." "Wait. I got it! We have contact with the Long Range-" "Sir, the ship is tumbling severely." "The engine has come online, sir!" "Detecting structural failure of the engine. The engine broke off!" "The tank is leaking fuel, sir." "Sir, the capsule is rapidly depressurizing! Possible collision with debris!" "Lost biosignals on Macry." "The fuel tanks have stopped leaking." "Lost biosignals on Bill." "The ship is still tumbling!" "The interior is fully depressurized." "Lost biosignals on Bob." "Radio contact... lost. Sir, the Long Ranger is dead, I repeat, the Long Ranger is dead." The entire room suddenly turned very, very quiet and all eyes turned on Gene Kerman, slouched behind his desk, face buried in hands. The silence was all-encompassing. Gene lifted his face, his eyes red. "Okay." He said quietly. "I will notify the president of this." He said, stood up and slowly walked towards the door. At the door, he stopped. "Oh." He said. "Someone tell Jebediah about this." He exited the control room. There were going to be some serious budget cuts after this, he thought to himself.

I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Jeb.... Also, if you're looking for freeware to make movies, use Windows Movie Maker. It's good for the basic stuff. Otherwise, just acquire Adobe After Effects or similar.

Lovely stuff. thanks.

While it isn't entirely correct (the proportions are waaay off), I feel rather proud of this little thing I drew:

I like them all. Seriously, though, that Gas Giant with rings? Has to be implemented. KSP needs a Saturn-like. Oh, and that asteroid field as well.

This is a really neat mod. The Compassionate Clamp-O-Tron works incredibly well. I need to try out the crew module, but the rest works just lovely.

nah, attach 5 clusters of 4 stock Nuclear engines to those docking ports and you are golden! sure, it will take a while, but the Kerbals won't mind. just use timewarp to speed up the boring bits. still, this is an amazing-looking ship.

I feel giddy with anticipation. Edit: What part do you use for the engines?

The forum has spoken. We demand more! AARs for the AAR god!

Why, delusions of self-importance, of course! Joking, joking. I guess people just wanted to say what they wanted to see.

Why yes, yes I did. I'm also reading your other running AAR and you made me scour the local library for works of Stanisław Lem. Turns out we have some translated. Lovely stuff.

Marvelous stuff, marvelous. i have just finished reading it all, and i have to say, it is most impressive. keep it up. oh, as for voting: Jool, i say. We must see how deep this rabbit hole truly goes.

I have to say, good work on this mod. I've been enjoying it immensely (after removing the antimatter and warp things. Too handwavy for my tastes). Keep it up.

Last I heard, NASA were coupling it with ESA's ATV program and it produced a somewhat cool-looking offspring. Very nice render, very nice indeed.

I'm afraid I have to dissapoint you, for my custom textures are merely gray colour done in Paint.net Here's how it looks like: http://imgur.com/bfAuef5

Gotta say, I love this mod. Always been a fan of spherical spacecraft. The only thing I disliked was the texture (reminded me too much of concrete) so I changed it and now it looks positively luvverly. I just have one question: Are there any plans on making radial-mounted spherical fuel tanks?