The Second First Moon Landing
"I am here in the launch observation platform at Harper SpacePort and around one and a half kilometers west of the Pardus spacecraft, waiting for the arrival of the launch window in a few hours..."
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"Security has been heavily increased, tanks at the gates, aircraft circling the skies and more armed personnel than is usual, even for the heavily defended spaceport..."
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"W3N will cover the mission with regular updates. For a live coverage of the event, watch the official Livestream on the SCED website..."
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With a glance on the cockpit clock Mission Commander Alexei Leonov realized that only one hour remained until launch and cursed under his breath. Time both flew and crawled past at the same time as the launch time ticked down.
"Hey, language.", Edward Baldwin scolded his co-pilot from the pilot's seat, before returning to going through the pre-flight checklist with mission control.
"If you don't forget to bag the checklist, I will be as morally upstanding as you want."
"Hey that was one time in training.", Baldwin complained, causing Leonov to chuckle.
"Cut it out you two." Anastasia Belika chimed in from her seat at the technical station behind the pilots' seats.
"Everything okay Ana?", Leonov asked, turning around as far as the launch suit and the chair allowed.
"All systems green Commander."
"I meant with you."
"I am on edge."
"As are we all.", Baldwin chimed in. "How are the backseat people doing?"
Confirmation came back over comms, together with complaints about the label 'backseat people'.
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After more checks, more banter and more waiting in silence, it was time for launch. Baldwin pressed a button, a relatively small action for the amount of science that happened behind their backs in an instant. The fusion rocket roared to life, shooting a long jet of superhot plasma out behind them. He carefully corrected the thrust with the lever to his left, as the Leopard began to move across the launch strip faster and faster until aerodynamics finally triumphed over gravity and the massive space plane began to lift off the ground.
"Aldrin, we have lift-off."
He started to increase the angle of the Leopard, balancing speed and acceleration all the while. Too much speed in the dense atmosphere would turn the craft unstable, not enough and they would not catch their ideal approach vector.
Baldwin was only nominally the pilot. The course was calculated by the computer in real time and updates streamed onto his helmet's HUD. At 100 kilometers altitude the flight computer would take over completely, but when a single gust of wind would be enough to bring the Leopard off course man and machine had to work together.
Finally the barrier was crossed and the Leopards flight computer took over, adjusting the craft's vector before ramping up the engine up to full power, pressing the crew into their seats. A few minutes later the right orbit was reached and the drive cut off.
"One moment, Pardus." For a moment everything was silent, as Mission Control and the computer checked the orbit's vector. "Orbit is within ten milli-degrees." They finally announced. "We'll wait for telemetry and update you soon should a correction maneuver be needed."
The mission crew sighted in relief, but things were not over yet. While already on approach for the moon the fusion rocket needed to actually make it back. Right now there was still time and delta-V available to abort the approach. But the telemetry showed no mission critical issues and Pardus entered the cruising stage. A few hours later the Pardus spacecraft officially left Earth's orbit.The door behind the three astronauts hissed as the first relay arrived from the habitation module.
"Oh look, it's the backseat people." Baldwin joked as he unstrapped and turned around to the newcomers, Tracy Stevens, Arnold Young and Marshall Smith, floating into the cockpit. The six colleagues spent a minute congratulating each other, before they took a moment to watch the darkness of space through the large cockpit windows and the small white-grey ball to their right.
"2 days, huh?", Smith commented, observing the moon with awe.
"If all goes well." Belkia added as she got up from the technical station, doing a backflip over the chair in zero gravity.
"We have like three backups for every system.", Leonov yawned, before turning to Stevens. "Please don't blow up the kitten, while I am away."
She saluted while rotating clockwise. "Yes, Sir."
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Baldwin carefully eyed the approaching moon on the screen before him, the other half of his focus on the altimeter and the vertical and horizontal speed of the Leopard.
"Aldrin, we are beginning the landing procedure. Do you copy?"
"Understood Pardus, telemetry looks good. You may proceed as planned."
"Understood."
With the press of a single button did Baldwin activate the automatic landing system. He could feel the rumbling in the machine as the 4 rocket engines on the Leopards underside extended and warmed up. A few seconds later the rockets kicked into gear, pressing the astronauts into their seats.
To Baldwin's right Commander Leonov groaned in the copilot's seat under the intense acceleration, but as soon as the maneuver burn had begun it was over.
"Vector looks good. Aldrin, can you confirm?"
"Confirmed Pardus, you are about to enter the moon's shadow. Good luck."
"We'll see you on the other side, Aldrin."
A few minutes later the Leopard disappeared behind the moon for its scheduled orbit and while Leonov used the time to relax until the next maneuver, Baldwin could not look away from the vector display.
"Something wrong?"
"Yeah", the pilot replied, going through the various systems he could access from his console. "But it's just a hunch. Take the time until we see the light again."
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"43:13." Baldwin announced cold blooded.
"3 minutes less than expected." Leonov commented dryly. "Our orbit is too low."
Baldwin was less calm as he began flicking switches to deactivate the auto landing system. "Shit, shit, shit, why is the thing telling us the wrong data?"
"Ana", the mission commander ordered calmy. "See if you can reboot the landing system."
"On it."
"Smith, get over here. See if you can somehow figure out our actual orbit."
"Yes, Sir.", confirmed the mathematician over comms, as Leonov was unstrapping from the chair to move to the back of the cockpit to the second technical station. Smith arrived soon after with a notepad and a pen, strapping down into the copilot's chair. Baldwin was emitting the energy of a charged repulsor cannon as he eyed the countless buttons around him, hands firmly on the joystick to his right and the thrust lever to his left. Smith was going through the flight logs and doing calculations on his pad and was better not disturbed. Belika and Leonov were going through the schematics and documentation, trying to restart the system.
Smith perked up. "We are around 200-300 meters per second too fast."
"Don't you have better numbers?", Baldwin barked.
"No, what about the backups?"
"The backup computer gives us the same numbers."
"So the issue is with the sensors." Baldwin sighed. "Do we abort?"
Leonov grunted and tapped the visor of his helmet. "If we aborted this landing maneuver, could we land even with reduced fuel, Smith?"
"One second."
Baldwin moved in his chair, staring at the lunar surface below them, occasionally shooting glances at the current copilot.
Leonov punched the console in frustration. "Smith, Baldwin, get us into a stable orbit. Let Aldrin figure out our current orbit and resend the landing system software. Let's see if they can figure out new landing orders."
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The second attempt was in progress and everyone was strapped into their seats again. Aldrin had indeed managed to solve the technical issues by resending the system software and had calculated a new landing attempt, but it would be close. The landing fuel reserve was basically nonexistent after the extra maneuver.
The deorbit burn began, mirroring the previous attempt. A few seconds of high perceived gravity, then silence.
This time the time until the horizon became visible was correct.
A second burn, the surface now visibly getting closer. The Leopard rotated into the right position via RCS, the bottom now pointed towards the surface. The automatic landing system once more began to work, scanning the surface below with short laser pulses to figure out its position, speed and distance.
The Leopard was now sinking fast, the surface speeding past faster and faster. Baldwin quickly glanced at the altimeter, still nervous about trusting in the machine, but there was no stopping it now.
Then the final burn began and with it the final descent. The Leopard shook under the stresses placed upon the frame as the four oxygen-hydrogen rockets fought against gravity and inertia. Painful seconds passed as the ground came closer and closer. Baldwin's eyes were glued to the altimeter.
Not fast enough, not fast enough.
Then the engines cut off and the Leopard dropped the last painful meters, crashing onto the lunar surface with a sound that reverberated through the vessel's structure. The vessel bounced up a few uncomfortable centimeters, before finally resting in the lunar regolith.
A few painful moments passed in which everyone listened to the breath of their fellow astronauts through comms, before Aldrin shook them out of their stasis.
"Pardus, status?"
"Here is Commander Alexei Leonov. Pardus has landed, I repeat Pardus ha-."
The rest went under in the applause and celebration in the Aldrin control centre and the more restrained congratulations on the moon.
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8 pairs of eyes were focused on the feed streamed by Steven's and Belika's helmet cams as the two inspected the Leopard landing gear. The landing had been rougher than anticipated and at least two were damaged according to the internal systems.
Belika cursed in russian as she looked up the gears into the Leopard. "Bad news boys, Gear 3 is bent really badly."
She moved so the feed gave a better overview of the situation and Stevens lit the compartment out with a bright flashlight. Leonov found the damage to not be critical. While bent, it still supported the Leopard's weight without problems and Pardus did not exactly need to be aerodynamic to launch from the moon.
Pushkin grimaced as the two women went to inspect the other gears. "Looks like we won't make a heroic landing back on earth with that."
"We won't." Baldwin agreed and scratched his head. "Good thing we don't need to."
"Aldrin", addressed the commander the always listening support crew on earth. "any thoughts?"
"The engineers are still debating, but Carter is already working on setting the Enterprise up for your return."
"How do we even plan to get this thing back to earth with one fourth of the landing gear missing?"
"We refuel it in orbit, cut off the bent gear and land very carefully with the VTOL system."
"The one that failed us?"
"Yes."
Belika used the moment to chime in while she was working on gear 4. "Did you figure out why the system broke?"
The Aldrin operator sighed. "Not yet, the techs have like 20 gigs of logs to work through."
"You could almost guess this mission was rushed for political reasons."
The comment resulted in a general approving grumble from the others, before Stevens and Belika gave the okay for gear 4 and the mission began in earnest.
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6 of the 8 crew members had assembled outside, with two 2 having to remain inside the Leopard for safety reasons. Commander Leonov removed a very special item from a steel container, holding it with the utmost care.
The GDI flag.
Baldwin stood a few meters away, doing his best to film the event with a vacuum modified camera, streaming it back to Aldrin Command via the Pardus spacecraft long range comms.
Leonov had been part of many official events, but this one was worse. Thousands of people were watching him and he was afraid to accidentally fall down with the heavy space suit and drop the flag in the regolith. It was made from a variety of metal strands and in the airless environment of the moon its colors would never fade.
With a quick movement he rammed the flagpole into the hard lunar surface, making sure it was stuck correctly. Before he expanded it, the metallic fabric was held in place by a vertical piece of metal.
Leonov took a step back and saluted the flag, thinking about how Baldwin was currently splicing a recording of him over the footage, because he really was not confident in his ability to not crack under the pressure. Carter had suggested the measure, soothing Leonov's conscience with the fact the speech was still written and recited by him, the mission commander.
Baldwin gave the signal that the recording was over and Leonov relaxed, moving away from the flag to start unloading the mission modules from the cargo bay.
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"The Pardus mission carries with them a number of support equipment. This includes five folded up solar panel arrays to support power generation during the day time of the mission..."
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"The rover named Moonbull will extend the astronauts' range. Derived from a heavily cut down Pitbull, the Moonbull has been fitted with a general purpose module slot to carry around either a ground penetrating radar or a sample drill…"
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"Due to safety reasons the Moonbull cannot exceed a speed of 20 kilometers per hour, this means that its range is limited by the amount of life support that can be carried by the passengers, which is around 4 hours, with 30 minutes of emergency reserve…"
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Smith sighed in relief as the drill began slowly rumbling, digging deeper into the lunar ground. Assembling the damn thing had been less than optimal with the somewhat clumsy suits and Pushkin had almost fallen down two times while carrying the extender drill bits. Watching the drill slowly disappear into the ground however was very vindicating for the work they had put into what could be done on Earth in a few minutes.
A few minutes later the first extender shaft disappeared and Pushkin began recovering the first sample. Smith turned around to pick up one of the sample cylindres from the tray, opening it so the geologist could insert the very boring looking grey cylinder of 5 meter deep moon rock.
Smith could only imagine how smug Pushkin was feeling right now. No one had imagined that his geology degree would be of any use at Space Command, ever, and there he was now, installing another extender for the 10 meter sample.
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Young could think of many things more glorious than the current assignment as he drove the Moonbull painfully slow over the rocky lunar surface. Pardus landing near the landing site of Apollo 12 was on purpose, but the 'official' reason was not the true one.
Next to him, Stevens could not stop giggling. Young only hoped their mission would come across as professional as Apollo 11 did.
"Look", she had spotted it before him, a tiny bright spot as the sun reflected off the metal surface: the remains of the Apollo 12 mission. 11 was off-limits. With so many of mankind's cultural sites and artifacts either eaten by Tiberium or lost in conflict, the site of Mankind's first steps on the moon remained safe and untouched, millions of kilometers from earth. Young had seen the proposals to preserve the landing site, from armored glass domes to concrete bunkers placed atop it.
When they had reached a walkable distance Young brought the Moonbull to a slow hold and got out. Exiting the vehicle in the somewhat clunky space suits was more difficult than he remembered from the few months of training the crew had done. Lunar gravity made many things more complicated. But as he and Stevens came closer to the site, he felt a sense of awe, as the details of the landing module became clearer. Almost a hundred years ago man had set foot on their closest planetary neighbour with so much less advanced technology. The moon landings had been the pinnacle of mankind's combined scientific and cultural achievements, motivated of course by the space race between the United States of America and the Soviet Union. Young gave himself a moment to imagine what the world could have been, had Tiberium and Nod not thrown humanity into a new dark age.
Stevens got him out of his thoughts. "Come on."
The two waddled the remaining distance and Stevens' good eyes spotted the target before him, which he noticed because she started giggling again.
"Look, it's 70 year old shit."
She pointed at the grey-white bags next to the landing module. It was an open secret that all Apollo missions left some behind. The biomass inside these bags was of high interest to researchers back on earth, having been exposed to vacuum and cosmic radiation for decades.
Young sighed. "Let's take the samples."
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The day period of the mission was over and the Pardus landing site was covered in perpetual darkness. Without the extra energy from the solar arrays the Moonbull could not be charged, and the power from RTGs was just enough to keep the Leopard functional, thus restricting the range to a few hundred meters from the site. Over the last two weeks the crew had taken hundreds of underground samples from a large area and the last week would be spent taking samples from as deep as possible.
Right now however would be spent differently. Leonov had ordered everyone into the cockpit after Lee and Fischer had come back from their outside shift.
"So Leo, what's this about?", asked Lee as she stretched the increasingly uncomfortable spacesuit out of her joints.
"I hereby order a break from work.", he answered as he removed a few dehydrated food powder bags from one of the supply containers. "Make use of the darkness."
"We are gonna do some stargazing." Baldwin added as he swiveled in the pilots chair and pointed upwards through the cockpit windows.
"And I see this as a good opportunity to pass out the morale rations." Leo held up the powder bags. "Coffee, tea or cocoa?"
Stevens was the one to first grab herself a coffee ration and disappear into the habitation module on route to the hot water dispenser. "Blessed be the Admiral."
Soon everyone had a hot beverage of their choice and sat down in the cockpit as comfortably as was possible with 10 people in such a tight space. Belika deactivated all lights from the technical console and activated the shutters on the left so earth was not visible through the windows. Darkness fell over the crew as they peered through the upper windows and, as their eyes adjusted, more and more stars became visible and for a minute they simply enjoyed the experience.
However, Baldwin had to ruin the moment with a comment: "They are still out there, somewhere."
And suddenly the bright spots in the dark lunar sky seemed less friendly.
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"Allright, Ladies and Gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts." Baldwin announced over comms. The re-ignition system for the fusion drive had been spooling up for the last few hours, but the flywheels' rotation was not noticeable thanks to the expertly designed magnetic suspension. 1 ton of steel rotating with several thousand rpm was enough to make a man feel anxious, especially with the technical problems they were having since this mission started.
But so far everything had gone well. Stevens, today at the helm of the technical station had monitored the flywheels' spin up and the system worked flawlessly.
"Here goes nothing." With the tilt of a few switches the Leopard's underside rockets activated, spewing hot blue plasma into the ground, glassing the surface. Slowly the pilot increased the thrust until the Leopard was lifting off the lunar surface.
To his right Leonov was communicating with mission command, but Baldwin did not care. "Aldrin, we have liftoff."
He retracted the landing gear, but as expected gear 3 gave them an error message when trying to retract. It was no big problem, an updated flight model had been preloaded, which Stevens activated with the press of a button on her console. Baldwin sighed as he eyed the big red button in front of him.
"Here goes nothing."
As he pressed it several things happened. The massive flywheels in the back of the leopard came to a screeching halt, with accelerations just under the safety margins calculated by SCED. The massive sudden power output was funnelled through superconducting power lines back into the fusion engines, where the might of a small star was sparked.
The sudden acceleration pushed everyone into their seats, the power feeling twice as strong after living three weeks in weak lunar gravity. The Leopard shot forward, carried by both the superhot jet of plasma in its back and the blue exhausts of the VTOL engines at the bottom. Faster and faster sped the Pardus spacecraft away across and away from the moon until it would have been only a small bright star in the lunar night sky.
Nobody said a word as they clenched their teeth and breathed heavily under the pressure, praying that the automatic systems were putting them on the right vector back towards earth.
After a few minutes zero gravity returned as the engine stopped firing, leaving the ten astronauts light headed and exhausted. Baldwin looked over to his copilot, only to see a checklist float to the front to the cockpit, rotating comically slowly.
"Ed?" Leonov sighed and took off his helmet.
"Yes."
"Did you forget to bag the list?"
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"The Pardus mission had a successful launch and is now on route back to earth. Carrying with them over 20 tons of samples. Yesterday a SCED spokesperson announced that the samples would be given out for public research after the Exploratory Division has done some preliminary analysis of the new material."
"Due to a broken landing gear the Pardus spacecraft won't be able to re-enter earth's atmosphere, instead it will dock with Enterprise Station, where preparations for the astronauts arrival are already underway, with Admiral Carter having flown up yesterday to personally oversee the preparations."
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Stevens could barely walk. She was exhausted and tired. Normal, but artificial, Earth gravity pulled hard on her, as she walked through the connection tunnel. The Leopard had successfully entered the right orbit, but had to be pushed the last few kilometres by an orbital shuttle, lengthening the docking time significantly. By now everyone had been awake for 18 hours and only Leonov was unaffected by the lack of sleep as usual.
The amount of applause that crashed against her as they left the tunnel was enough to wake her up again. Dumbfounded and unsure what to do, she stood there for a moment, while Leonov and a few others were already doing the talking and politics, shaking hands and doing small talk.
Only the tall frame of the Admiral moving in front of her brought her out of her tiredness induced isolation. Stevens immediately stood to attention and moved to salute her superior, but Carter shook his head.
"Not today, Stevens."
"Allright, Sir."
Carter smiled and saluted her, before glancing into a corner, where two camera operators were filming the scene. "I know you are tired, but ten more minutes and a health check up and you all can get some deserved rest."
Stevens could feel the tiredness disappear as she straightened up and returned the salute. Carter nodded, shaking her hand before moving on to the rest of her colleagues, exchanging some words with Baldwin who held a water bottle in her hand. Stevens took a look around, in search of the water bottle's source. After she found it, she grabbed one and resumed conversation with renewed energy.