![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
video; un: lstr-512
[ elster hasn't been much for posting on the network. she's done it here and there, but largely she just keeps an eye on things.
the video starts with a stylized symbol of a bird and an acronym beneath on a black background, while a voice calls for attention—achtung. achtung. achtung. static, then—
it's another dreary midday on some distant corner of the beach. a dark-haired woman with polymer and metal climbing her neck, crossing her face, stands in a black jacket next to some rusted metal... thing. a wreck? her speech comes with a light german accent, almost musical even with her largely flat affect. ]
For those I haven't yet met, my name is Elster. This is a call for any other engineers or technicians in the city. A derelict spaceship came through one of the portals; its nuclear reactor is heavily decayed and unshielded. The radiation on board has fallen to relatively safe levels, but I'm concerned about the long-term effects if it starts to leak into the water. I'd... prefer to avoid that problem.
[ the camera shifts, pulling out into a wide shot of the ship, showing the crushed and buried nose of the machine in the sand and the fuselage extending out into the water. finally, elster's facing it again. ]
Any assistance would be appreciated. If we can salvage something of the reactor itself, you're welcome to it.
[ something flinty and serious enters those electronic eyes. ]
One rule. You avoid the other areas of the wreck, and try to keep your curiosity to yourself. I can answer any relevant questions for the work, and I have the ship's technical documentation.
[ if someone wants to snoop and explore, that can be on their own time. ]
Once the problem's solved, I'm scrapping the ship.
the video starts with a stylized symbol of a bird and an acronym beneath on a black background, while a voice calls for attention—achtung. achtung. achtung. static, then—
it's another dreary midday on some distant corner of the beach. a dark-haired woman with polymer and metal climbing her neck, crossing her face, stands in a black jacket next to some rusted metal... thing. a wreck? her speech comes with a light german accent, almost musical even with her largely flat affect. ]
For those I haven't yet met, my name is Elster. This is a call for any other engineers or technicians in the city. A derelict spaceship came through one of the portals; its nuclear reactor is heavily decayed and unshielded. The radiation on board has fallen to relatively safe levels, but I'm concerned about the long-term effects if it starts to leak into the water. I'd... prefer to avoid that problem.
[ the camera shifts, pulling out into a wide shot of the ship, showing the crushed and buried nose of the machine in the sand and the fuselage extending out into the water. finally, elster's facing it again. ]
Any assistance would be appreciated. If we can salvage something of the reactor itself, you're welcome to it.
[ something flinty and serious enters those electronic eyes. ]
One rule. You avoid the other areas of the wreck, and try to keep your curiosity to yourself. I can answer any relevant questions for the work, and I have the ship's technical documentation.
[ if someone wants to snoop and explore, that can be on their own time. ]
Once the problem's solved, I'm scrapping the ship.
no subject
Here and now, it merits a pause, and an almost soundless expulsion of breath through the nose. ]
I don't have the resources to supply lead. Sand, we'll either have to make do with the beach or hope one of the construction sites has a source to offer.
With a counter and documentation of the reactor I can determine if I have a suitable disposal site scouted, but that's if you aren't able to find a third party capable of permanent eradication or extradimensional transfer of irradiated materials.