Luna Primum - IC (Always Open)

[Neo-Chicago]

Luna Primum (Political/Character RP) - IC

"Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars! Let me see what spring is like, on Jupiter and Mars..." - Frank Sinatra, 1954

OOC
Lunar Council

After decades of preparations, the first permanent lunar colony has come to fruition. Through years of collaborative effort by NASA, the ESA, the RSC, and the CNSA, a group of fifty-eight colonists from all across the globe have traveled to the moon, following the successful deployment of a lunar shelter. It is now the year 2025, in the very heart of the Sea of Cold, or in Latin, Mare Frigoris. Factions are all vying for control of the Lunar Council. These factions may form together as blocs, which are groups that still run themselves, but vote together on certain issues, for example, religion, or independence. These blocs also get a snazzy new name, and their own color. Everything else that happens to this colony is up to you, you who are the very first Lunar pioneers. How will the moon's culture, its government, its surface, and its colonies grow and develop? Can the first colony cut off ties with Earth, and survive independently? Will the colony remain loyal, or perhaps get a UN status? Will the colony fail, the moon doomed to remain like Antarctica, simply dotted with research stations, conquered by no mere human? With an initial fifty-eight colonists, anything can happen, even in the span of a month. With medical treatment falling upon only one or two colonists, the colony could simply shrivel up and die, ravaged by disease. You yourselves must decide where the colony goes, and how it fares. What will happen to the fledgling colony? How will it survive? Who will take control? Will we become anti-intellectual theocrats? A godless society doomed to civil war? A feudal society where inequality runs rampant? A corporate puppet, ruled by greed? Or a racist society of radical revolutionaries, at war with the Earth itself?

Factions

The New Evangelists - 9 Members, Republic of the Cristo.

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Apollo Independence Coalition - 10 Members, Neo-Chicago, Blorbs.

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Sanctus Sol Imperium - 8 Members, Camelone.

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The Libre Charter - 8 Members, Dalria.

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The Sons of the Stars - 10 Members, G-Tech Corporation

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Gaia Fortuna - 6 Members, Argentarino.

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The Free State of Luna - 7 Members, Laboratory Mouse.

[Blorbs]

This post has been updated
Febuary 14th, 2025
23:41 GMT
Luna Primum Crew Transporter
Maxphe Kerman - Cheif Life Support Engineer
Above Luna

Maxphe squinted out the window as they passed across the surface of the moon, trying as hard as he could to spot the base. Try as he might, they were just too high.
A voice blared over the intercom "Starting De-Orbit burn in 10 seconds, brace for high G forces."

Grabbing a metal handle above him, Maxphe began to speak to no-one in particular. "Ahh, I love these parts. It's like a rollercoaster but in space!" A sudden, low rumbling could be heard as the engines roared to life, slowing down the craft. As it accelerated, or rather decelerated, various unsecured objects flew to the back walls of each crew room. The force of the engines push Maxphe deep back into his seat, and he begins to grin at the thought of the habitat on the moon. As the engines stop, Maxphe begins to talk again "Wow, here we really are. Sitting in a giant tin can falling down to the ground, aligned perfectly to land on a specific speck of land, where we will eat, sleep, and live for the rest of our lives. It's quite something, isn't it."

1 Hour Later

As the ship approached the ground, it begins it's final thrusting. The high thrust-to-weight ratio of the craft makes the best way to go about the landing being at a certain point, turning them all on at full blast, slowing them down at just the right time to touch the ground just before they begin to go back upward. This so called suicide burn is the most efficient way for going about the landing, and those inside the craft feel it's full force, the high Gs possibly even causing a couple people to begin to pass out, however the burn lasts for little time it is likely they will still remain concience the whole time. Once the exaust from the engines begin to hit the lunar surface, a cloud of dust and smoke piles up around the landing sight. Maxphe, looking out through the window and past the dust clouds, sees a magnificent hemisphere of glass; a large structure made from hundreds of glass triangles kept in place by an array of aluminium girders. Attached to it's side is a large, square building, for the habitation and other purposes. Out past them lies a vast grid of green, glass pipes, each filled with algae for processing CO2 back into oxygen. Once the ship gets close to the surface, all vision from windows is blocked by the dustcloud. After landing, the new colonists exit the ship, and all line up at the main airlock for entry.

In an attempt to rival the speach of Neild Armstrong from the original moon landing, Maxphe tries to make a triumphant speech as they all stand in awe at the gates "We may be here for the first time ever, but we're home."

[G-Tech Corporation]

Mission Year One, Week Two
Primary Reactor, Alpha Base

Dmitri grunted, his voice coming harsh through the lead-mesh of the maintenance suit's comm. Next to him Natalya's faceplate was misted with condensation, but with one last heave the two nuclear engineers shoved the core module back in to place. Ragged laughter came through the radios as pneumatic hisses signaled the sealing of the containment chamber, then the deep voice of Vladimir rattled in their ears. "All parameters are showing nominal, get back in the cage and we'll give her a throttle up, swell job comrades."

Awkwardly the engineers waddled back to the wall of the sarcophagus, where red lights spun soundlessly. With the rumble of gears two sets of steel blast doors opened and closed, and then with a grateful sigh the graduate from Siberia removed her helmet. Even the filtered air from the cage was a welcome change from the reprocessed oxygenate of the maintenance suits. On the wall a vid screen sparked to life, and the dour lined face of the Chief Science Officer smiled out of the blue pixels. "I'm spinning up the mainline to five-point-oh, we'll hike her through a few basic load cycles once you're both suited down. One thorium reactor, online!"

The lights of the cage noticeably brightened, as the reserve batteries switched back to generation. A nice step forward for the colony.

[Laboratory Mouse]

"OUR NEW HOME"
Part I

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"We're not doing this! All of you, stop it, now!" Anna rarely ever raised her voice. The fact that her peers, who shared a spot with her at the table in the colony's conference room, were bickering like schoolgirls but were grown men old enough to be her grandfathers called for such a reactionary outburst. "Now", she continued, this time in a calm, soothing voice. "I understand what this means. We all know I couldn't get here fast enough after learning the truth about my parents'...passing, and being invited to participate. I actually want to realise my parents' dream, and we're not going to do it without flexing some political muscle. I shouldn't even have to say that to anyone at this table right now." The men, clearly a bit embarrassed not with themselves, but with Anna's words, shifted in their seats and pretended to adjust their ties. "I didn't think so. From here on out, your arguments will be present in a mature and rational way."

The man to Anna's left scoffed. "All I'm saying, Miss Sandesgeist, is that we must, in this century, carry out the will of our leaders! If we let Earth get too comfortable, we run the risk of--"

"We don't have the strength to move against them! This project has just begun official progress! It must be treated with precision!", cried another man who sat across from Anna. His moustache was so large it was comical, betraying the amount of respect he was due for his position.

Before the room could erupt into more senseless bickering, Anna stepped in, mainly addressing the moustached man across from her. "Exactly right, Hector. We've tallied our votes from earlier, and we're still at an impasse. We'll conclude this meeting -- again -- and see where we're at a few months from now. Until then, we'll all resume our normal duties."

Anna was the first to stand up, as her male peers lazily released themselves from their leather chairs and made their way to the doors. That is, all except one, who stood behind Anna until she quickly turned around, half-surprised. "Oh. William. What is it?"

"I don't know why they put a kid on the executive board, but you'd better not mess this up. I'm serious. You being a Sandesgeist doesn't give you a pass. Not with me."

The young lady simply rolled her eyes, turning around to report to her lab space. "I'll try to remember", she said with dripping sarcasm.

[The Grim Reaper]

Mission Year One, February 14th
Communications Centre, Alpha Base
Dr. Diego Salazar

"I was born in Barcelona and live on the Moon - AMA?"

"What's your favourite movie?" "Les Miserables, stickler for a good musical adaptation."
"Hardest thing you've ever done?" "Stepping off the lander - lol - it's weird to let go off the last connection you have back home."
"Cats or dogs?" "I'm a cat person =P"

Diego closed the message board, as he edited in a quick thanks and another link to the Luna Primum PR webpage. He'd committed, before leaving, to make that particular interaction his focus for his first week here. While he was, in theory, the main archivist for the Luna colony, in practice he had adopted the role of Communications Officer. For the time being, he was the only one really making too much use of the Communications Centre, beyond a purely administrative capacity, and frankly, there wasn't too much to archive yet. Immediately upon landing, he'd put in requests for the various bits and gadgets he'd need to put together a functional archival room - a climate-controlled cabinet in particular. The biodome, of course, wasn't exactly inconsistent, but he wanted a second line of defense - particularly against moisture build up.

For now, Luna Primum's deepest, darkest secrets lived where they were safest - in the cloud. Not its own cloud, mind. Luna had a server, but it's an archivist's job to plan for the worst - he kept a back-up of LunaServe 1 on the ESA's servers, back in Paris, and they propagated a copy to the partner agencies across the world. 'sides, he was using that server. The lag in data transmission made research a pain, even for patient academics, making a librarian like Diego surprisingly useful. Scientists on Luna could send him requests for research papers and books done on Earth, and he'd make formal requests for those materials to be digitized and downloaded, as well as put in the hard time to liase with contacts on Earth, who could point out related materials without forcing Luna to download the contents of hefty databases.

But, in the meantime, he cleaned. He'd brought a tiny little kit of tiny little tools with him. On Earth, they'd be an art conservator's wet, acrylic, and oil dream. On Luna, they were just another failsafe, separating dust from metal, and the colony from an unbecoming fate.

[Argentarino]

February 15th, 2025
Luna Primum Medical Bay

Dr. Sigmund Kalbfleisch was humming a tune, organizing one of the medical cabinets - also wishing for one of the nurses in the MedBay to assist in these menial duties - when another patient wandered in. "Pardon me, Doctor, I'm feeling sick. I've been feeling sick since we've landed, nauseous..." Sigmund raised his hand. "Chances are that that is your body adapting to our new home. This isn't Earth, you and every other colonist will probably be experiencing one form or another of gravity sickness. Of course, I'll run some tests and make sure that it isn't anything else," Sigmund said with a smile.

That's what the doctor had been preoccupied with, lately. Truthfully, he had been experiencing symptoms of gravity sickness for a while, as well. Most everyone had. He was told that there was little that could be done about such things, except a few minor treatments here and there and the advice of allowing patients to gradually adjust to their new home. For one thing, Sigmund missed seeing the towering Baroque spire of the St. Michael's Church, the sounds emanating from the port of Hamburg, traveling to the Hamburg Rathaus to discuss politics with his fellow admirers of politics, and last - but certainly not least - the...male company. In Hamburg, the young doctor had many a lover, a few boyfriends here and there, but nothing worth staying for. In truth, Sigmund was partially glad for the chance for a retreat, though, at this point, he wasn't exactly sure if he bit off more than he could chew. Well, at least here, in this little outpost on the moon, he could focus on his two passions: medicine and politics.

[Neo-Chicago]

Luna Primum Colony, Year One, Week Two
David Aurelius Paine, Head of Communications and Lunar Mission Control

David was rocking out to what was hands-down his favorite band, Muse. He was relaxing in the Communications Center, the only place he found he could get any peace. The only other person who was up there at the time was this guy, David thought his name was... Durango or something. No wait, Diego, he corrected himself. They'd chatted a few times, but he found it hard to connect with the guy - most likely because he found it hard to connect with anyone. The music nowadays, he thought, was just awful. At least he'd been able to understand why some people liked Justin Bieber, but these new guys were just objectively terrible. None of their songs, least of all their first hit single, Remember Uruguay, made any sense. Their instruments consisted of maracas, a busted synth, and a cowbell. In addition, their lead singer was a recovered smokers, one of the guys who had a hole in their neck, so he had to use a special device to talk. David had brought his own personal laptop, even though, in addition to the ones in the living quarters, there were personal computers built into the walls of the hallway at certain intervals. The internet could get a bit spotty at times, but it was usually fine.

He decided to compose an inter-colony communication, to the heads of two of the other parties. There were only about two weeks until the next supply rocket arrived, so the Lunar Council would be meeting in three days. The colony was already out of jerky, and were running low on string cheese. If they didn't ration enough, they might have to resort to eating... algae. If that did happen, David was going to go on some kid of hunger strike. Maybe he would eat the leaves off of the few trees that were in the Bio-dome itself. Alternatively, he'd heard that grass tasted pretty good around this time of year. All joking aside, there were only so many things one could make with algae. All of them were horribly, horribly disgusting. The way he saw it, algae was for oxygen, and oxygen only. David planned on requesting watermelon seeds to grow along the sides of the dome in some places. Watermelons were, as far as he was concerned, the most efficient plant to grow that actually tasted good. They were delicious, and with a single one, you were good on snacks for a month. Plus, they were healthy. Besides the growing room of the watermelon itself, all you needed was a little space for a vine, which was almost no space at all. At least with a colony of fifty-eight, watermelons would be the best food source. He sent the communication.

From: David Aurelius Paine
To: Isaac Malone, Anna Sandesgeist

Salutations,

I'd like to request for your respective parties to join my bloc, which, with the three of us, would be called the Separatist Triumvirate. We would vote together on matters of independence, and proposals which would set our colony on the path of self-sufficiency. There are many other parties, especially those among "Gaia Fortuna", who oppose a colony free from the authority of Earth, and a colony which would be free to pursue its own interests, and the interests of its people. Though I realize we disagree in other matters, I feel that a substantial effort could be made towards a sovereign Lunar state. If you request to know, I can tell you what being a bloc entails, if you don't already know. I'd also be willing to change the name, although you have to admit, the Separatist Triumvirate sounds pretty awesome. Otherwise, just respond with a yes or no. I hope that this can be a conducive relationship, provided you agree to join the bloc.

Sincerely,

David Aurelius Paine, Head of Communications and Lunar Mission Control

[Camelone]

Year 1
Week 2
2025
Two men were just walking throughout the colony as neither really had anything to do at the moment, Father Franz already set up his workshop and already built a small alter to hold mass around while Finley Coghlan already did his rounds to check the security of the colony. The two men were taking a little break to talk about the upcoming Lunar Council meeting "Finley I can not stress this enough but you must represent the Church on this council with the vigor of the saints and martyrs as many on the council will not want to listen to an old priest."

"I understand Father and the Church shall be protected. May I redirect this conversation before we have the same conversation we had a few minutes ago as you seem to not understand that I already understood you the first time." Finley joked a little prompting a chuckle from Franz.

"Like I said I'm an old man." Franz said with another chuckle before he waved his hand signaling Finley to go on.

"Food rations are running low and I think it would be for our best interests if you announced a fast for all Catholics on this colony, we consume less food and we show the other colonists the sacrifices that we are willing to make to help this colony survive. There is also something else we must note, Sanctus Sol Imperium is outnumbered by a longshot on the Lunar Council and the only other group similar to our own is the New Evangelists. Now I know that the New Evangelists are not exactly in line with everything we stand for but in protecting Christian values we stand united against the secularist groups." Finley said stopping and turning around to look Father Franz in the eyes.

"Yes that is certainly a good idea. I will send the memo out, it is based on sound reasoning, and I will contact Anton Monderv in regards to forming a bloc with his faction. Also remember Finley a High Mass will be held tonight tell the members of our group and other Catholics throughout the colony. The Lord be with you." Franz said nodding his head towards Finley.

"And with your spirit." Finley said bowing to Father Franz before he walked off to fulfill his side of the agreement.

Returning back to his workshop Father Franz first sent out a message to all the registered Catholics in the colony of the voluntary fast and of the upcoming High Mass that night. After that was sorted out he sent the communication to Anton Monderv.

From: Father Franz Tiedeman
To: Mr. Anton Monderv
My honorable colleague and pious brother in the name of Christ I wish you good fortune. I wish to propose to you an idea of cooperation between our two noble groups. In the face of such powerful secularist groups, and in high numbers nonetheless, all Christians must band together to defend the holy Word of God Almighty and prevent the corruption of Terra to seep its way into our Luna society. I propose that we form the Christian Coalition to support Christian values on the Lunar Council and prevent the same corruption that plagues Terra to harm our righteous cause here on Luna. I pray you accept this agreement as we must always stand on guard against the forces of Satan that wish to do away with the word of God. God protect you dear colleague.

[Dukats]

Konstantin Ivanovich Petrenko
Chief Mechanical Engineer, Year One Week Two

Konstantin woke up early in the morning. He looked out of the window, it was all the same, night, day only difference was which part of the Earth he saw.

He put on his clothes and went on a routine check up of the colony. All engines and doors and other mechanical parts were checked, all of it must be in perfect condition for colony to work. Every bolt and piston was in perfect condition so Konstantin moved to check on the Lunar Rovers. These Rovers were far more advanced then the ones used in the Apollo missions. He didn't ride in one but wanted really badly, so he made a mental note to ask anyone that was driving it next to take him along.

After he finished he walked to the cafeteria to eat something, but still food was bad only the fruits were good.

[Blorbs]

Period 14, Sol 1, Decon 0 LC (Lunar Calender)
17:44 GMT
Maxphe Kerman's Living Quarters
Maxphe Kerman - Cheif Life Support Engineer
Luna Primum Base

Maxphe sat in is office - or rather, his living quarters as they are one in the same - pondering on how to get people to use his new Lunar Calender. He had made it on the second day of being on the base, and since then it has gotten a little popularity, but people are still predominantly using the useless earth calender, or some earth calender based mission time, both of which are irrelevant on the moon. One lunar day (Not it's rotational period, but the time it takes for one spot on the moon to go from sunrise to sunset twice, plus small variations to account for orbital mechanics) is 29 (Earth) days, 12 hours, 44 minutes and 3 seconds long, making normal days, weeks, months and years useless metrics for such a colony. His system used lunar days, however, since many people don't want to let go of their 24 hour days periods have been added, and one period is 24 hours long. The base time on the moon is in hours of this period, which is always synced to Earth time via GMT. Luckily, due to the length of a Lunar day, each one is about a month long, so they can see what part of a year it is by substituting day for month and period for day, but this way it is much more useful and factual. However, the 12 month year has been disposed of for a 10 day 'Decon', which is approx 80.8% of an Earth year. This Lunar Calender, while not only much more useful than the Gergorian Calender, also will hopefully help the independance of the base as this will cut a large chunk of the cultural connection back to Earth that we maintain via still using a calender and day system that works only for them. Maxphe then decided to write a base-wide email informing the colonists about the new proposed calender and to not only begin using it, but hopefully vote for it's legislation in the Lunar Council as an official (If not the official) calender system for the base.

Dear Esteemed Colonist,

Have you ever noticed how long the sun stays in the sky here on the moon? I sure have, and two weeks of sunlight at a time is most definantly a strange thing to experience. We can mostly midigate the effects of long days and nights with artificial lighting and thick shuttered windows, but there's something that no amount of hardware can fix; the calender system.

Here on this base, we still use the system for days, months, weeks and years made by our ancestors from Earth, back in a time where traveling to the stars was but a dream. Now, however, we have left the icy grip of Earth, and should leave with it their system for measuring time. Noon is pretty useless when it takes over a thousand hours for the sun to set! This new calender system would solve all of that. Here is how it works: Each lunar day, that is to say the time from sunrise to sunrise, plus a few corrections for orbital mechanics, is 29 (Earth) days, 12 hours, 44 minutes and 3 seconds long. This period will be called a Sol, each of which are about a month long. Sound too long to keep track of? Well, we have you covered, each Sol is split up into periods, and one period is one Earth day. The time at any given point is based off of the point we are in of that Earth day, based on Greenwich Mean Time (GMT), so we are always synced back with Earth whilst also using a much more useful, and superior time system for the longer durations. Every ten Sols is called a Decon, similar to an Earth year, however it is only 80.8% the length of a regular Earth year, but given that we both don't have seasons and that the object that Luna orbits around is the Earth, not the Sun, this actually makes much more sence. This also gives the added bonus of it becoming a metric style year system, so yuo can easily know exactly how many sols it has been in a given set of Decons, i.e 30 Sols for 3 Decons.

Like the idea? Great! Many people have already switched to this method before, and you can easily too. Due to it's ties with normal, 24 hour days, you have to change little of your routine, and it still helps greatly to maintain normal sleep and work schedules, while also helping you track how long it will be before the Sun comes back up, among many other things. However, just using it is not enough, for if it's use becomes widespread it must get passed legeslation. If you support the Lunar Calender, then please help it move along in the Lunar Council as an official method of time.

Sincerely,
Maxphe Kerman

Pressing enter, the E-mail was sent to all colonists on the base. He has high hopes for it's success, but fears people won't want to make the transition. Either way, it had been a while since he had done a checkup on the oxygen systems, so Maxphe decided to get up and go do the routine checkups. His first check was the ventilation systems, all twenty pairs of them. Each pair had an oxygen output and a CO2 filter which seperated the CO2 from other gases. After the first 14, all nominal, plus a systems online check, he decided to move on, assuming the remaining 6 were fine, and even if they weren't the base only needs 10 operational to maintain save O2 levels. Checking the algae farms required going out on the Lunar surface, for which Maxphe was quite excited about, but doing so required a pass from Gus, the Head Permissions Officer. Maxphe trotted off to his office to get the pass.

Gus began to talk before Maxphe was even fully in the door "Hello... Maxphe was it? How can I help you today?"

"I need an Extra-Habitat-Activities pass, please."

"What is the reason for your EHA request?"

"I just need to do some routine inspections on the algae farm. You know, make sure one isn't leaking or something."

"Sure, I think I can do that. I will just have to see your Lunar ID Card and we're all set." Maxphe fumbled around for his card, handing it over where Gus swipes it into a machine and hands it back, then beggining to speak "You do seem to have passed the EHA certification tests, so now if I just put this in... and... Alright, you're all set. You know have an EHA pass valid for the next twelve hours. Just swipe your LID at one of the airlocks and it should provide you access."

"Thanks." said Maxphe whilst exiting the room. He ran over to the main airlock door and swiped is LID, the entry door opening up, then closing back down once he entered. Nobody else was in the airlock as he put on his EHA suit, securing the helmet and hearing the reasuring 'Suit Pressurised, Sealed and Secured', then with a green light on the exiting bulkhead door turning on. He pulled up the plastic covering and pressed the button that read 'Open Airlock Out'. All the air from the room was sucked out via a vent just before the door slowly opened, and Maxphe exited. He bounded around on the surface towards the algae farm.

Once there, Maxphe inspected each section. The farm consisted of a bunch of platforms, each with two glass tubes on each of them. They were filled with water and algae, so when they are exposed to light and CO2 they start growing and purifying CO2 into oxygen. He had to instpect each one, making sure they were all working nominally, and there were alot of them in this giant grid of algae. The majority of the farm is entirely these growth pods, however that isn't the whole part. At the bottom, an area exists for harvesting some of the algae. Initially, a harvester tube takes some of the algae out of a pod or set of pods, and stores it in a tank. The tank has several pipes that go into different refineries. One harvests Ethyl Alchohaul (Ethonal) from the algae, which can be used for both alchohaulic drinks, and for fuel, and sends the algae back. Another takes the algae, grinds it up, and turns it into salts and vegetable oil, very important ingredients to alot of foods. One other takes the algae, turns it into a puree, and either sends that back for food production, or dries it in a big glass tank with no CO2, where it is then sent back for other food production.

The whole process of inspecting the entire grid took about three hours, and when Maxphe got done he was quite happy to be over with working for the night. Walking back to the airlock, repressurizing and de-suiting, he went back to the lounge area. Parched, he went over a fridge and made an Algalch(Essentially grain alchohaul but from algae) & Coke, and relaxed for the rest of the night.

[Republic of the Cristo]

Anton Mondrev
Luna base alpha, week 2 year 1

Anton was hungry. He and numerous other members on the base were taking on a voluntary fast that had been started by the resident Chaplin. Anton was still trying to wrap his mind around his present circumstances. 2 weeks ago, he was firmly planted on the Earth's surface, walking about the snow covered streets of Soliski, and now he was sitting in front of a command module operating the control rods of the moon's first nuclear power plant. The reactors had been working for about 3 and a half weeks now, providing power for the entire lunar base.

Anton looked into a glass screen cover on the dashboard of the command module to see what the temperature of the water was in the reactor core. 290 C on the dot. The pressurized water was being pumped into the chamber over were it would evaporate into steam and push the turbine powering the station.

Anton enjoyed these new thorium reactors; far more than the outdated and frankly dangerous graphite reactors he used to work on in Poland. Although the thorium reactors were a bit more maintenance, the efficiency of the machines made up for it. Although many were unaware, nuclear maintenance was not nearly as hard as one may believe. The fuel rods was last for up to 2 decades so would not need replacing for a long while, most diagnostics could be taken from a series of computers placed all throughout the station, and the control rods hardly ever malfunctioned. The water recycling was a nuisance though; what with having to use the same water for everything from drinking, to energy production.

However, at the moment Anton simply sat back in the command module and scrolled through his base communicator for any received messages. The Chaplin had sent him a message regarding the possibility of a pact. Although Anton thought him and his group an... odd bunch, he did realize that they at least agreed on enough issues to be a somewhat cooperative force.

To: Franz Tiedeman
From: Anton Mondrev

I would be willing to humor such ideas of cooperation, but only under the condition that neither group dictates policy without first consulting and reaching consensus from the other. If and when this condition is met I would be willing to cooperate.

[Dalria]

Mission Year One, Day One

Isaac sat breathless as he peered out the window at the vast emptiness around him; he had been to the steppes of Eastern Asia and to the beaches of Polynesia but had never witnessed anything so beautiful. He was glad he had been chosen for this trip, he would turn this beautiful and vast emptiness into a thing of profit. He would bring intergalactic trade to the moon and be known as the first man to do business in outer space, as he joked. In all realness, this would be a grand step for the ambitious young man, but with other's greedily eyeing for their own piece of the pie, he had to be on his wits end.

Strapped up to his harness he heard a voice over the intercom shout, "Starting De-Orbit burn in 10 seconds, brace for high G forces". As he buckled up he studied the various faces of those who would be inhabiting this new frontier with him. He was a people person, he could read men and women alike with ease. This trip would be more challenging as his colleagues didn't share the same professions; they were astrophysicists and botanists, men of science, while he was a business major. Although he was just as intelligent as the rest of the men on this trip, he would have to work harder to get along and use his suave words to bend them at his will.

It was quiet similar for Jack but worse, he wasn't a people person. While all these people, even Isaac, were college educated, he sat as some gun-holding brute. Jack felt anxious around these, whom he considered pompous, people. Yet he had a job to do, and if it went well he would be rich! Although he signed a contract stating that he would put the security of the colony first, the agenda of the Libre Charter was his main priority.

After the rocky landing the group had made it safety to their new home. As the various men and women exited the craft in awe, some muttering phrases such as, "Wow, here we really are. Sitting in a giant tin can falling down to the ground..." or something along those lines. Isaac didn't care one bit, he sent his bureaucrats to work to examine what would be exactly needed logistics wise.

Isaac quickly called out, "for all those that care, in whatever departments you are, send me a list of needed materials so we can have the needed supplies to have the colony running at full capacity. Remember anything having to do with logistics or obtaining materials just come to me" he looked over at Jack, "I am trying to get out of this bulky space gear and into a nicely pressed suit" he smiled as Jack nodded at him.

Mission Year 1, Week 2

Isaac had been cramming his workload before beginning his actual "getting-to-know-you" routine with the crew. He had been getting manuscript after manuscript of needed information and began crunching numbers to get a rough figure of what would be needed if they could get some sort of resupply.

He dug his fork into one of the few baked potatoes and muttered, "glad those few loonies are fasting, more food for the rest of us."

When his eyes began to burn from the gleaming white of the financial documents he peaked over to see his intercolonial communication folder piling up with various emails, one stood out. It had been from David Aurelius Paine, the head of communications. Isaac immediately opened it and began reading, "interesting" he thought to himself. Isaac hadn't thought of full independence from Earth, but this sparked his interest. He knew his father's health was deteriorating and that his dreaded brother would resume control of the Absolom Corporation, so why not weaken his grip on the colony? Yet he didn't know what the his other six lackeys, each who represented the various companies and political entities involved in the charter, would think.

"To hell with it..." Isaac knew that to grow his own power he would have to make friends. Creating a coalition could put Isaac in a very powerful position and with some of the more important figures belonging to this bloc, they would be a force not to be reckoned with.

To: David Aurelius Paine
From: Isaac Malone

Hello Mr. Paine! I remember we had a chance to speak before we departed on our journey, you seem like a very level headed man. Such a man I would like on my side. I would like to inform you I am intrigued with your proposition and am leaning towards a yes. I'd like to speak in person before I make this decision. As you know being an administrative officer I haven't been able to speak much to anyone in the colony lately (been crunching numbers all day!) and I would appreciate you giving me a reason to escape this hellish cell of mine. What do you say about two hours from now? I will meet you in the common room? I hope to hear a quick reply

Sincerely,
Isaac Malone

[Democratic Peoples republic of Kelvinsi]

Mission Year One, Week Two

The first time that he left Europe would be on a one way trip to the moon, Walter could not have guessed it even a few years ago. He would have thought that the entire thought would have been crazy a few years ago. He chuckled to himself at the mere thought. One day he was a world renowned chemist in Europe, and now he was also a world renowned adventurer, and one of the first men on the moon to be there forever. He felt like he wanted to go home, but it was not the time to think about that. He needed to concentrate on the task on hand.

He lifted up a small quantity of Amobartial, a chemical that he managed to smuggle aboard claiming that it was an essential need for his experiments, something that he was going to use to create a secret stash of truth serum, that might come in great use later on. Once he put the Amobartial into the test tube he poured some Ethanol into the test tube. He started to mix the two chemicals together, and the substance that might come in handy in faction in fighting starts. After the substance had been created he put it in an flask, and plugged it in with a stopper before putting some food coloring in. It was to disguise the color of the serum to make it more similar to things the uneducated would think was classic things in a chemist's lab.

He put down his chemistry work for a while, he had a project that he had been working on for the last week, with some preparation back down at Earth. Genetically Modified large potatoes ready to harvest in a mere month. Of course, they were tasteless, and were quite mushy, but it was better than nothing, and starvation. But, he still needed to try the first prototype before the introduction before the lunar council. Afterall, he would not want everyone getting cancer from the GMO.

He planted the modified potato seed into the ground, and would check back on it once the time came a few days later. For now he would need to give the leader of his faction a message, he scribbled a note on a piece of paper, and went outside of his lab. When he saw Vladimir, he pretended to bump into him, and gave him the scribbled message.

To Vladimir Yashnev
From Walter Von Mecklenburg
What is our plan for the faction in the coming days. I sense something major is going to happen, please slip me a note sometime in the future, about what you think about the coming ordeal.