This isn't like finding a pin in a sand-dune, it's like finding a pin at the bottom of the ocean. If we'd been on pre-space Earth, it would have been a simple matter of scanning for alien tech; that stuff stands out like a bonfire in the dark, what with all the energy sources and radiation and anachronistic alloys and compounds - easy as pie. But here, we've got background radiation masking possible energy sources, and the fragmented remains of a civilization sophisticated enough to make spaceships out of Durallium, which means we can't just scan for Durallium and assume that it's a match. No, no, Ruby has to match the exact composition of our little fragment, which means we have to get up close to make deep scans of the possible matches. And of course none of them have matched so far.
This could take days.
Noah's Ghost, Personal Log, Mission Day: 7
Boring, boring, boring.
Noah's Ghost, Personal Log, Mission Day: 8
Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. BORED! I'd have more fun cataloguing my stamp collection - if I had one.
Noah's Ghost, Personal Log, Mission Day: 9
The bad news is that our little fragment isn't the same composition as *any* the Durallium fragments we've found so far. Slightly different alloy. Or maybe that's the good news: it didn't originate in this system. Ruby nearly snapped my head off when I suggested that she'd made a mistake in her calculations and that the possibly-Dalek hull-bit didn't fall through the rift from here. Very unlike her. I'm the passionate one; she's the cool to my hotness. We make a good team, usually. But today, not. I wonder if she's getting enough sleep? Not that I wouldn't mind a bit of not-sleep with her, a certain kind of *vigorous exercise*... But alas, I'm not the guy for her. Or the woman, or the three-toed sloth. She remains one of the eternal mysteries of life.
Noah's Ghost, Personal Log, Mission Day: 10
Ruby's definitely not sleeping: she's having nightmares instead. Don't know what they're about, but when your partner screams and you burst into their room, sonic blaster at the ready, and they're obviously asleep, yeah... nightmares. Of course she's not telling me what they're about. We've only been partners for three damn years, that's all. Hardly any time at all. Hardly gone through anything together. Dammit. I know she has to be so cool and in control, that's her. But surely bottling it all up inside isn't going to help. But no, she's going to hold it all together until she falls apart.
I just thought Jack is more of a man of action, so he'd be bored sitting around cataloguing space debris... because his usual kind of diversion wasn't available.
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on 2015-07-08 08:31 am (UTC)Although, of course, Sherlock wouldn't be interested in the same kind of *vigorous exercises*, haha!
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on 2015-07-08 08:34 am (UTC)I just thought Jack is more of a man of action, so he'd be bored sitting around cataloguing space debris... because his usual kind of diversion wasn't available.
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on 2015-07-09 01:53 am (UTC)Oh good!
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on 2015-07-13 10:22 am (UTC)Indeed.