by Wayne23 » Sun Feb 06, 2022 12:39 pm
1/29: Rematch with Northwestern, 15-5, 6-3, here. They won by 4 there. We played terrible D that night. We need to play good D. It's that simple.
Hal Tuck is #17, Trey Berr #22 on the Norton list.
1/30: We take the lead. Up 16 after 10. Up 20 at the half. Very good O, better D, and lots of people scoring. +6 RBs, 2 TOs. 52.9% to 25%. +12 in the paint,
+10 on 2nd chances. Up 30 after 30 minutes.
90-64. 18, 2, 8 for Berr, 12, 10, 3 for Tuck, 15, 5, 3, 3 for Stok.
+8 RBs, 6 TOs. +19.6% shooting. +20 in the paint, +12 on 2nd chances.
The Captain has just called an emergency Council meeting.
“Do not go to the Council chambers. Go to the nearest video capable device and log in. The meeting will start in two minutes...
“Council members, we are facing a crisis on the planet. Our party has been kidnapped... (She waited for the chaos to die down) We are negotiating with the Krul from here on the ship. I have a translator, a psychologist, and I'm part of the negotiations. I can only stay here for a few moments. Before you ask, we have explained that our people can't live on their planet, and that the shuttle only has about a 10 day supply of food. It needs to come back up to the ship to get more-”
“That's not true, the 3D printers-”
“Yes, Max, we all know that. But the Krul don't.”
“Ah.”
“So we're negotiating and we're preparing the ship to take off immediately upon getting everyone back on board.”
“Who do they have?”
“My 2nd, Bruno, the translator, Lars, and the psychologist, Millie.”
“Damn!”
“We're working on it. I need to leave. If the Council wants to continue the discussion, go ahead.”
We did, for a long time. In the end I spoke,
“Look. This is very difficult. I know you're all trying to help but my feeling is we need to let the negotiators do what they need to do. If the Captain asks for ideas we should distill ours down to as small a number as possible. If he doesn't ask we shouldn't jog his elbow. As all of you know, I have a pretty big stake in all of this.
1/31: No news from the negotiators except that talks were ongoing.
2/1: “This is the Captain. Prepare for immediate departure. We have our people and they're on the way up to the ship. We hope to take off in 10-15 minutes.”
Best news I've ever heard.
Once we were on our way the Captain came back on:
“The rescue was successful. Only a few very minor injuries. Head of security Lor Dani led a party of 15 on a raid. We immobilized the plants holding our people, temporarily, got them free, brought them back to the rescue party's shuttle, sent three of the rescuers to pilot the other shuttle. Everyone headed back to the ship. We got everyone on board and the shuttles battened down, and as you know, we are in motion, increasing to maximum speed, away from the planet and moon.
“Sick bay is testing everyone who was on the planet to make sure they're okay- they seem to be. We'll release everyone as soon as possible. Loved ones can wait near sick bay but please don't enter sick bay or get in the way. That will only slow the process.”
Late in the evening I was reunited with Millie in sick bay. She, Bruno and Lars are staying for a day or two. They need IV meds in order to regain their strength.
“How bad was it?”
“They treated us well, but they have a very difficult time understanding our needs; they have from the start. Things like breathing and eating don't make sense to them since they take in nutrients directly through their roots, water through the roots mostly, and breathing is totally different for them.
“We were really getting hungry. Since we prepare our food via the 3D printers and didn't want to tip our hand about that, we didn't eat for a couple of days. Fortunately we keep our water in bottles- heck, you know that, we do it on the ship, too. Anyway, we were able to stay hydrated. But a couple of days without food is not easy.”
“How long could you have gone?”
“Well, the problem is that if they found out we had a virtually endless supply of food and water they were never going to let us go. We privately discussed it and thought we could last at least a week as long as the water held out, which it would for at least that long. At that point we'd need to tell the Krul that we had access to food.
“It was scary to see the rescue party come in with guns blazing so to speak.”
“Yeah, tell me about that, if you're up to it.”
“I'm fine, just a little weak. So we were kept in a... they don't really have buildings, but this was a 'structure' where they keep any plants that have diseases while they heal- weirdly they always do heal. Anyway, the rescue party stormed in and started spraying something. We had no way of knowing if the spray was going to penetrate or even dissolve our hazmat suits. We weren't thinking. Obviously it wouldn't or it would have happened to the rescuers, but you don't think straight at a time like that. Within seconds the plants all started to droop, the rescuers grabbed us, and we got out of there and onto the shuttles.
“We were told that the plants would recover within minutes so we needed to be airborne immediately. We barely had time to strap in and we were on our way back here.
“They gave us some liquid with lots of nutrients but the three of us all but collapsed and we weren't able to drink much. When we finally got onboard they rushed us to sick bay and the Ivs were hooked up.”
“How do you feel now?”
“Extremely weak, but better. The doc says it will be a day or two and I'll need to slowly rehab to get back to normal. It may be as long as a week. Part of that is due to the slightly greater gravity on the planet, and part is due to some of their atmosphere, not very much but some, getting inside the suits. I have a rash. I'm sure you noticed, and some had to get into my lungs.”
“Do the docs think that will be okay?”
“They think we'll recover fully but they can't be 100% sure.”
“Damn!”
“Hey, I'm back. It's great to see you.”
“I'll be here whenever I can but if you're sleeping when I get here I won't wake you.”
“That's probably a very good idea...”