May 2nd, 2010
We're running out of space in our little warehouse.
Between keeping some of the good and useful stuff to ourselves and not selling other things, our shelves are slowly filling up.
Not to mention that our little living area is slowly filling up as well.
We need more space, but we have no idea how to expand. Quite obviously there are no large spend rocket stages there any more. And there won't be any more since everyone stopped launching large rockets.
May 3rd, 2010
We had a long brainstorming and found a way to bump up our storage capacity.
Danni suggested to ask NASA nicely for an external shuttle tank, but we quickly shot it down. Stellvia has done that already and the TSAB would make us pay them through our nose.
The idea to use conventional ISO containers, like we used for the Toy Box is better. We can get them just about everywhere. We got to ask someone to get them to use through.
May 5th, 2010
I'm going to kill Terris. Because of him we now have to deal with Mike Rowe of Dirty Jobs.
Apparently he wrote Discovery Channel as a joke some time back and attached a video of one our jobs.
Now we need to find a way to get Mike into our table without killing him or exposing him to Handwavium...
May 20th, 2010
Today's the day.
Mike Rowe is on his way from Stellvia with his crew. I hope they brought those Russian spacesuit with them we rented for them.
It is going to be a tight fit here.
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"My name's Mike Rowe, and this is my job. I explore the country looking for people who aren't afraid to get dirty — hard-working men and women who earn an honest living doing the kinds of jobs that make civilized life possible for the rest of us. Now, get ready to get dirty.
"Today I'm a little further away from home. More exactly I'm aboard of KA Preiswert..."
Mike turned around to Naedial with a furrowed eyebrow while the camera followed his look to wards the wogon.
"I did say that right, didn't I?"
Naedial nodded with a light smirk on her face, making Mike continue.
"...KA Preiswert, strange name that. A space station up in Space."
He smirked himself.
"That's right, people. I thought that we should broaden out horizons a little."
Again he turned to face Naedial.
"This is out host, Naedial Warringer, the boss of Whistler Orbital Services and the captain of the Toy Box."
"Hey, Mike."
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"This gotta be the stranges jobs I've ever done."
Mike Rowe floated in free space after getting the 5 cent tour of KA Preiswert and some security headup from Terris. Said old ESA hand was floating next to him, a hand holding to one of the large 40 feet containers, while Mike held himself on the station with a cordless drill in hand.
"You get used to it," Terris noted." I never expected to handle containers in space either."
"What are we doing here anyway?"
"We build an expansion of KA Preiswert," Naedial piped up and Mike turned to look into her face, which was only covered by a breathing mask.
"Ack," he made, nearly loosing his hold on the station." Don't do that."
To him it looked like the wogon was grinning, even through he was unable to tell if she actually did.
"Where's your suit? In the wash or something?"
While he had known about it beforehand and he had freaked out when he had seen her get into the airlock with only her breathing mask on her face.
"Or something," Naedial noted and shrugged." This is why we aren't letting you anywhere near Handwavium. That and my shape."
"I see," he made and turned back to the container." This got to be one of the cleanest dirty jobs I've every done."
"Maybe be clean, but its dangerous," Terris noted." Just a couple of weeks ago we found someone in light ‘waved spacesuit down in LEO. Apparently a flake of paint went straight through his head, when he had problems with his Pinto. It was not pretty."
Mike stopped working for a moment.
"I don't know if I should worried about the Pinto or the flake of paint."
"Be worried about the paint."
We're running out of space in our little warehouse.
Between keeping some of the good and useful stuff to ourselves and not selling other things, our shelves are slowly filling up.
Not to mention that our little living area is slowly filling up as well.
We need more space, but we have no idea how to expand. Quite obviously there are no large spend rocket stages there any more. And there won't be any more since everyone stopped launching large rockets.
May 3rd, 2010
We had a long brainstorming and found a way to bump up our storage capacity.
Danni suggested to ask NASA nicely for an external shuttle tank, but we quickly shot it down. Stellvia has done that already and the TSAB would make us pay them through our nose.
The idea to use conventional ISO containers, like we used for the Toy Box is better. We can get them just about everywhere. We got to ask someone to get them to use through.
May 5th, 2010
I'm going to kill Terris. Because of him we now have to deal with Mike Rowe of Dirty Jobs.
Apparently he wrote Discovery Channel as a joke some time back and attached a video of one our jobs.
Now we need to find a way to get Mike into our table without killing him or exposing him to Handwavium...
May 20th, 2010
Today's the day.
Mike Rowe is on his way from Stellvia with his crew. I hope they brought those Russian spacesuit with them we rented for them.
It is going to be a tight fit here.
————————————–
"My name's Mike Rowe, and this is my job. I explore the country looking for people who aren't afraid to get dirty — hard-working men and women who earn an honest living doing the kinds of jobs that make civilized life possible for the rest of us. Now, get ready to get dirty.
"Today I'm a little further away from home. More exactly I'm aboard of KA Preiswert..."
Mike turned around to Naedial with a furrowed eyebrow while the camera followed his look to wards the wogon.
"I did say that right, didn't I?"
Naedial nodded with a light smirk on her face, making Mike continue.
"...KA Preiswert, strange name that. A space station up in Space."
He smirked himself.
"That's right, people. I thought that we should broaden out horizons a little."
Again he turned to face Naedial.
"This is out host, Naedial Warringer, the boss of Whistler Orbital Services and the captain of the Toy Box."
"Hey, Mike."
————————————–
"This gotta be the stranges jobs I've ever done."
Mike Rowe floated in free space after getting the 5 cent tour of KA Preiswert and some security headup from Terris. Said old ESA hand was floating next to him, a hand holding to one of the large 40 feet containers, while Mike held himself on the station with a cordless drill in hand.
"You get used to it," Terris noted." I never expected to handle containers in space either."
"What are we doing here anyway?"
"We build an expansion of KA Preiswert," Naedial piped up and Mike turned to look into her face, which was only covered by a breathing mask.
"Ack," he made, nearly loosing his hold on the station." Don't do that."
To him it looked like the wogon was grinning, even through he was unable to tell if she actually did.
"Where's your suit? In the wash or something?"
While he had known about it beforehand and he had freaked out when he had seen her get into the airlock with only her breathing mask on her face.
"Or something," Naedial noted and shrugged." This is why we aren't letting you anywhere near Handwavium. That and my shape."
"I see," he made and turned back to the container." This got to be one of the cleanest dirty jobs I've every done."
"Maybe be clean, but its dangerous," Terris noted." Just a couple of weeks ago we found someone in light ‘waved spacesuit down in LEO. Apparently a flake of paint went straight through his head, when he had problems with his Pinto. It was not pretty."
Mike stopped working for a moment.
"I don't know if I should worried about the Pinto or the flake of paint."
"Be worried about the paint."