Chapter 8- Sol 42
Well, now that I've gotten NASA's permission, I'm free to go and explore the site. Finally get to do what I came here for. In truth, I would have gone a lot sooner, but I guess the risk of dying if I wasn't careful kept me at bay.
I'll be heading out tomorrow. Currently getting my equipment ready. Digging tools, big and small, and my trusty whip. Obviously I don't have my gun. NASA would never let me bring it here (what's wrong with precaution?). More hurtful than that is not having my hat with me on the field. I have to settle for this helmet, but hey, it only saves my life. At least I get to wear it indoors. No books or notebooks out there, my notes will be in the form of audio logs and video recordings. Any books I might've needed are shown here on my helmet.
Good news on getting communication with NASA back though. My original crew consisted on some extra archaeologists who would've helped me here on site, as well as a pilot and overall commander. With them gone, I will now rely on the crew that I would've preferred to have come with: Sallah, Marcus, and Dad. For obvious reasons, they couldn't come. Sallah is not exactly a reliable guy on field (always comes through though, in the end). And Marcus and Dad, well, they're just old. Thankfully though, NASA has them back at base and they'll guide me through. This should be fun.