Stine found a decent chunk of lead, grabbed it, now trying to find the vines. Which wasn't hard, as all he had to do was go up and look around.
He swam up to a few creepvines and grabbed some seed pods, then cut off chunks of the dark green plantlife, taking it all back to the base.
Now that Stine looked at the "base", it didn't look like much. Just a small round room, a little bit of a foundation, and a few scratched solar panels. He swam around to the hatch, pressed the small button on the side to open it, swam in with the rushing water, then waited for the water to drain as the hatch swung shut. Stine opened the bulkhead, and moved through into the base.
Stine took off his oxygen mask, and found the bases air… Thick? He struggled to breath, and quickly put the mask back on. Stine checked the air around him with the small device on the side of the oxygen mask. It was thin, had some CO2 in it that could become lethal.
Stine muttered to himself, wishing Ned had put in some monitors that could actually tell these types of things. But, then again, they had only been away from the base for about two hours, which couldn't be enough for much to happen, it was like something managed to get in, bacteria, small animal?
Stine checked around a bit, when suddenly the lights shut off.
"Base power offline. Emergency power only. No emergency devices detected." Sydney said after the lights on the fabricator and assembler turned off, and the soft humming faded.
"Damn…"
Stine went back out after dumping a few things, and looked at the solar panels. They… Actually no. They didn't look like they would be working. But what about the power generator? Had it taken up the powercells?
Stine checked, and they were indeed 0%. He went back in and grabbed the last three powercells, coming out and quickly resurfacing. He returned to the generator and stuck them in, and heard the base start to hum again. He sat down at his desk after making sure everything was fine, and thought about what had happened. What actually happened in just the past Earth week or so. The Aurora, the ship he had helped command for seven years, the ship deemed the 'Ship that will never die', had crashed.
It reminded him of a case that even now was remarked on the weird impact it had, the Titanic. It was called the 'Unsinkable ship', and then, it sunk.
Stine heard the bulkhead unseal, and then close, limping footsteps clanging about upstairs.
"Ned?" Stine called up the ladder, getting up.
"Y-yeah?" Ned's voice stuttered, "Stine, it'd be a big help if you came up here."
Stine was already climbing the ladder, and once he got his shoulders above the top of the hole, he could see a small layer of water that had been accumulated after awhile, and little spills of red, coming from the open bulkhead, and leading to Ned's desk, where he was using some plant fiber to cover up a wound on his upper thigh.
"Yeah, I think we should move somewhere else before we go to the Aurora," Ned said, holding back tears, "we have enough things for another Glider, if we get some a little quartz, silver, and gold."
"Did one of the Stalkers get ya?" Stine said, helping pull the fiber tight around the wound.
"Yeah. Sydney's also busted, I tried getting a bit of an insta-fix, but didn't quite work." Ned said, pointing to his bed. "Here. Sydney, diagnostics on your AI."
"Processing… Processing… Proccess- Here are the diagnostics." Sydney reported, her voice going in and out of tone. "Chances of failure while proceeding in an insta-fix: 87.3%. Chances of complete AI information failure: 94.1%. Chances of a complete AI Core loss: 49.6%. Chances of fixing all 78 errors in AI Core: 21.6."
"Yeah. Do you want to try?" Ned asked, shrugging.
"If you're willing to try, I don't know much about Emergency Survival AI's. I'm pretty sure you guys were taught a feel things about them." Stine said, making sure the bandage was working.
Ned nodded, then bit his lip as the pain returned. He pointed towards his locker.
"There'll be a fe first aid kits in there on the bottom."
Stine went around and grabbed one, carrying it over to Ned.
"Okay, do you know anything about medical stuff?" Asked Ned.
Stine shook his head, so Ned grabbed the first aid kit, putting it on the desk, searching through it for certain things, taking off the fiber, showing a deep cut, not bad, but could get bad quickly.
Ned treated the possible infection quickly, then closed up the wound. He then put some red and white bandage on it, making sure it wasn't too tight, then cut it off from the roll, slipping it under, making sure the bandaging wouldn't fall apart, before putting everything back and closing the kit.
"Well, looks like our plan is going to be delayed a bit. Don't worry, there are some pills in there I can take, as you SHOULD, know, that will heal me up faster." Ned explained, shaking a large bottle of pink oval shaped pills.
Stine nodded, then spoke, "We might actually need some monitors in here to monitor the air pressure and make up, because when I got in here it wasn't very good."
Ned nodded, going to his writing, picking up the small recorder he got, and turning it on.
"The first log, of the two known survivors of the crashing, of the Aurora. Hello, I suppose, I'm Ned Goddan, one of the engineers on board, in the S section. There is also Stine, of which I do not know his last name. He was one of the main commanders. We are currently surviving as well as we could hope, although resources seem to be becoming a problem again. We have already made a Seamoth Glider." Ned turned it off, then put it down.
Ned sighed, tapping the bandages, wincing slightly. He leaned back in his chair, looking at the ceiling. He didn't think that the Stalkers would become such a problem, but then again, they were predators for a very certain reason. Ned popped two and a half pills in his mouth, swallowed, then walked over the the bed, going to get some deserved sleep.
A/N: A short one, but I should get another one uploaded. Again, same as last time, if you didn't like it, tell me what was bad about it so I can improve.