The market was helpful. It is amazing what gets reused on a small planet so far from a hyper relay. Although since I am still missing some pieces for my suit and running low on my budget I decide to try a different tactic.
The research council was able to call in some favors and arranged a meeting with some locals. I pulled up to one of the addresses they gave me. A spaceship, in remarkably good condition, sat deep in the sand. Cautiously I arrived at the doorway and was greeted by no one. But since there wasn’t a door I made my way inside. A few men were busy modifying the ship which was being used as a home. Eventually one of them set down his tools and acknowledged me. He slid up an odd set of goggles as he approached and after a firm handshake he offered me some liquor. He had thick hands cast with deep lines to match his squat stature. He generously equipped me with supplies and even shared some of his own experiments. Despite declining the liquor, I learned he had been marooned on here long ago; he survived by being exceptionally resourceful and relied little on the supply drops. His ship had been space worthy for some time now but he would never leave Planet 29.
The light is fading as I sit outside in the cooling night air and the wind begins to howl off my quarters behind me. A small two footed feathered lizard has abruptly arrived. Approximately five meters from where I sit. It is lingering and seems unafraid of anything. Its aggressive posturing and long sharp beak reveal it is a top predator but it is too small for me to be concerned. After some time it darts away on its thickly scaled legs.
Without my suit completed my research has been confined to the lab where I have been calibrating equipment and testing materials. Important stuff…but nothing to report.
-RMJ signing off