“Yes if you would be so kind as to compile that report Ivy, that would be wonderful. And well…better keep this between the two of us for now eh? Unless of course you deem that the crew need to know I just don’t think it’s worth bothering them with all this at the moment.” and with that Dr. Lawrence heads off back to the bridge to try and take up the sensors station muttering to himself.
Grumbling and complaining, Furgee walks into the control room hauling his toolbox with him. He plops down into the pilots chair and starts looking at the readouts. “All right, what we got? Any communications? Sensor readings?”
“There’s a communications signal planetside,” droles Ivy, “should I open hailing frequencies?”