March 13th, 2552 “Live Feed”
Tow Truck Driver/Lab Rat/mechanic’s apprentice/ – Katherine ‘ConV’ James Reporting
Today was a tad surreal. We were treated to the ‘live feed’ from Dancer’s landing, at least that’s what they called it for the non-astrophysicists in the fleet. Everyone was talking about Dancer’s Retreat – the new name for VV 271.1 – I have to admit it does have a nice ring to it, and just about anything beats being called a number.
Since I’m not going anywhere, I got to stay in quarantine while Dancer suited up and headed back out. Fipps was champing at the bit, wanting to get to the rest of the data, but until I’m cleared from quarantine all I’m allowed to do is talk, design and stay out of the way while the doctors study my blood and reflexes and generally use me as a voodoo doll.
I swear, it’s like secondary contact is the next best thing to getting to study the landing’s effect on Dancer.
Tower stopped by to see how I was holding up and to assure me that the betting pool had me as the favorite for walking out of quarantine with a clean bill of health.
I guess if the Einherjar are betting on me, I better be all right.