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The Signal – Chapter 3: Addie

“I have a visual on the landing pad,” Rachelle reported. “Two o’clock low, just on the other side of the LLS tower.”

“Copy. Two o’clock low. Changing heading zero-four-zero mark three-three-zero,” Alexy responded from the seat to her right. 

Addie was seated in the seat directly behind him in the cockpit of her CS-109 Albatross multi-rule spacecraft. The ship itself was a wide, wing-bodied craft with a large, open ventral section where any number of form-fitting payload modules could seamlessly attach to the craft, each designed for a unique mission. As a payload officer, Addie had been trained to manage every aspect of these compartments—everything from how they connected to the Albatross’s power and environmental systems, to how they affected its weight and balance.

Her job was to manage installation of the payloads, inspect them routinely, and manage their operation during flight. There were twenty-five total standard mission payloads, everything from comfortable VIP transport modules to water bombers for wildfires on forested worlds. In this current mission they were carrying a RM-4A4 rescue and medevac module. It was designed for the rescue of potentially injured individuals from damaged spacecraft and space stations.

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The Signal – Chapter 2: Anjira

Triage bays are intentionally uncomplicated. A big red line in the floor marks where med techs bring their patient-loaded liters—up to ten of them. If they have a green triage tag, the med techs leave them and go back for more. They’ll get a bed when and if they are free. If they have yellow tags, they get moved up immediately to stabilization beds or the medics stay with them if all five of the beds are full. If they have a red tag, they pass straight through triage to critical intake. 

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The Signal – Chapter 1: Addie

UEFS Aconcagua – Menkent Star System

17 November 2725 – 06:33

The distinct two-tone klaxon of the all-hands alarm was more than enough to wake Addie Forrester up from her normally light sleep. It was not, however the gentle chime and warm dim light of her normal wake-up alarm. It was also an hour early. 

Her berth in the junior officer’s quarters was one of three conjoined by a small common area and sharing a single washroom. While she was sleeping or just wanted privacy, a pressure door would slide down over the opening to the larger room, leaving her in a space the footprint of her one by two meter mattress with a little over a meter of headroom. In an emergency, her berth would be sealed off against vacuum and—conveniently—noise. At her height of 173cm, it was slightly claustrophobic for Addie, but not so small as to feel like a coffin. 

The lights in her berth and all the sleeping quarters were lit in a relatively dim red color in an emergency, just enough light to completely make out her surroundings, but the right color and brightness to preserve her night vision if she needed it. She could see the display panel to her left ringed with the slowly pulsing red emergency frame and displaying some basic ship information.

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