Star date 3300.5.20
Something very… strange has been happening around the base, especially at night. Sounds with no clear source, objects being misplaced or disappearing entirely, it’s unsettling. Bean keeps claiming he sees something in the windows, something I have yet to confirm for myself. I even looked through the surveillance footage, but it was grainy, and the camera had ice blocking the lens.
It’s probably nothing. A frost beak perhaps. They don’t usually come to shore until the summer months but it’s not entirely impossible that one wandered onto land. That, or it’s a chimera, a feline-like predator that hunts for sulfur rats. They don’t get that big, maybe the size of a child, but they have been known to steal shiny objects and take them back to their burrow.
Just in case it’s something to be worried about, I set up a few laser tripwires that, when crossed, will alert the computer and prompt it to record whatever data it can gather. I don’t like having to devote so much time to security, but when you're all alone on a frigged ice cube you gotta watch out for yourself.
My sketches have been coming along nicely. I did one for ice shrooms, the plasma rifle, and even Bean. It took forever to get the little guy to sit still but after removing one of his battery packs he mellowed and became my unwilling muse.
I think I may just leave that pack out if feasible. Should it affect his coffee brewing duties, I will have no choice but to endure his antics. Anyway, I –
“Sorry to interrupt, Jax. You have an incoming transmission from Command.”
It’s fine, computer. Let them through.
“Hello, Jax. This is lead scientist Powell. How are we doing today?”
I am doing well enough Doctor Powell, and you?
“Excellent. We are doing great, thanks for asking.”
So, what’s up? I don’t usually get contacted by scientists. It’s mostly just communications and mission control buzzing my line.
“Right. Sorry for the suddenness but I heard of Jemma’s passing just this week and wanted to extend my condolence.”
Oh, well, I appreciate you reaching out. Were you and Jemma close?
“No, not particularly. We only met a few times, back when the base was first established. I was on the team tasked with setting up the bioreactor and some of the bots.”
I see. Well, thanks for that. It’s working just fine for the most part.
“Good to hear, Jax. So, listen, we got your request for the coffee bot. The thing is we can’t approve it.”
Oh. Why so?
“Budget cuts. Ever since the planet Paranax fell to the plague we lost one of our main robot manufacturing sources. All nonessential parts are currently on a freeze.”
Ah, I see. Well, that’s unfortunate. I was hoping to get Bean's speech issues resolved, but I understand.
“Well, listen, it was great to speak with you one on one, and again, sorry to hear of Jemma’s passing. Stay safe out there.”
Yeah, you too…
“The transmission has ended.”
I know, computer. Go ahead and send them any new data relevant to the cause.
Hmph, that’s not good. A freeze on all nonessential parts? What am I supposed to do if Beans coffee grinder gets worn down like it did last month? I suppose I could just use the regular auto-drip, but what fun is that?
Next time I head into the field I’ll try to find a hunk of metal to bring back for the synthesizer. Maybe the computer can print a replica well enough to cover the job.
“Sorry to interrupt again, Jax, but I have a critical alert to issue.”
“There is a class 5 arctic storm forming in the Crystal Sea and is estimated to make landfall in less than thirty-two hours. All fieldwork should be postponed until the storm has passed.”
Wow! A class 5 storm? We haven’t had one of those in a while. What can I expect?
“According to meteorological data, wind speeds of one hundred and fifty miles per hour are likely. Snowfalls totaling five to ten feet are possible, and temperatures may reach as low as negative seventy-five degrees below zero.”
Yeesh. That sounds really bad. I need to make sure this base can handle that, especially after the last generator failure.
This may be the last log for a few days as the storm will keep me pretty busy, so, this is Jax, signing off. ns184.108.40.206da2