Our Pre-programmed journey down to Wulf 3 Base went perfectly. Our lander docked with the fabricated landing pad and airlock first time - the matter mined by the fabricator on Wulf 3 dovetailing with everything we brought with us.
Erring on the side of caution, we chose to stay suited during transition from the lander to Wulf 3 Base. Our inbuilt oxygen recyclers were good for days, should there be anything wrong with the air composition here. Literally every single test we could throw at Wulf 3 had come back as a pass. The air here scored better than Pre-industrial revolution earth for purity, but the boys back home urged us to stay on the bottles for now.
I've got this weird memory from when I was a kid, my parents sent me over to our neighbours house while they were out of town to feed their cat, or water their plants, something like that. Opening their door and stepping into that unfamiliar territory all alone gave me this odd dizzying sensation. It was such a strange thrill, which I'd completely forgotten about until taking my first step from the safety of our lander into the crisp untouched interior of Wulf 3 base. That tingling buzz and rush of excitement flooded back the instant the airlock cycled open. We were the only people who had ever set foot on this entire planet! Sure the architecture was pure Earth basic walls, floor and ceiling, but... holy cow, an alien world!
We spent the best part of an hour getting acquainted with the base. We knew the layout already, given that it was a standard print used everywhere - you need a lab in the arctic? send a drone with a fab, print, done. First bases on the moon? send, print. done. Basically a home from home at this point, so really all we needed to do was check it for holes, pull out the beds and get comfy. It wasn't long before we got the okay to get out of our suits and breathe the local - albeit still 100% lab-grade conditioned air.
We stood in a circle daring eachother to be the first to unclip their helmet. We all knew we were safely backed up with our Patterns still active aboard the Orbital, should anything go wrong, exploding heads, bursting lungs etc but still, it was nerve-wracking, like jumping out of a plane with a parachute for the first time, your lizard brain is screaming "DON'T!". Okay maybe not quite the same, but I digress.
Nobody collapsed, went pop, nobody even sneezed. Another box ticked on the safety list for the boys back home. Now we could really get comfortable.
With all systems checked and tested, we fired up the organic fabricators to stock up the pantry and set the table for our first meal on Wulf 3 before bed. Satisfied with the environment, we initiated the transfer of our Patterns from the Orbital to Wulf 3 Base.
Tomorrow we go outside!
Nighty Night!
-Cas
ADDENDUM - FORGE SYSTEM LOG
PATTERN RECEIVED: CLOSE, CASIDY - LOOP CHECK COMPLETE: OPEN - PATTERN BUILD PENDING
PATTERN RECEIVED: SIMS, KATY - LOOP CHECK COMPLETE: OPEN - PATTERN BUILD PENDING
PATTERN RECEIVED: MATHER, GRACE - LOOP CHECK COMPLETE: OPEN - PATTERN BUILD PENDING
PATTERN RECEIVED: KINNEAR, DAMON - LOOP CHECK COMPLETE: OPEN - PATTERN BUILD PENDING
LOOP CHECK CYCLE: ACTIVE - PATTERNS:4 - OPEN:4