With all the building that had gone on the previous week, the denizens of First Impact noticed that their stores of pre-fab materials were beginning to run low. The cargo hold carried an AMU, or Autonomous Mining Unit, a few decades old and well past its prime but still perfectly usable. Steve crunched the numbers for the rest of them: if they used up the last of their pre-fab and electronics, they could just - barely - set up a mining operation with the AMU, capable of processing the material it harvested and using a series of 3D printers to craft what the colony would need in the coming (hopefully) years.
(DC 50. Roll: 89+5+6+5+6+3+3=117. Success.)
Construction of the new mining operation went off smoothly and without a hiccup. The foundation went down, the walls went up, the AMU went out, and the printers and smelters went in. With six of the eleven unfrozen settlers working on it, it could hardly have gone any other way. Taking Ludwig's survey data and feeding it into the AMU, Roselia DuClare watched with some small amount of pride as the old 'bot went trundling away under its own power, bound for the suspected location of an iron deposit.
Basic Mining Operation complete! First Impact now produces +5 minerals/turn.
Ludwig, injured but not brain-dead, did his best to help the colony while the others were busy setting up the mining operation. Opening up the transport's data terminal, he tried to unlock the Turnkey Tech package the colony group had bought (at great expense) from one of the corporations that basically ran the Core Worlds' colonization programs.
Key word: Tried.
It must have been the painkillers he was on, clouding his mind and dulling his ability, but for the life of him he simply could not seem to get the encrypted file to open, even with the passcode in front of him. Testing showed that the file was not corrupt, but neither did it want to open.
Oh well.
(DC 30. Roll 4+6=10. Minor Failure.)
Turnkey Research not completed.
Jack, Scepta, Victor and Meir spent their time loading up the rover for another excursion. They decided to leave the Razorclaws to their own devices for a week rather than tangle with the rhino-sized felinoids, and thus decided to head south. Trekking down over the plains, they kept a sharp eye out for anything interesting or dangerous. Sometime on Wednesday they had stopped to eat. Meir, having finished his rations, began looking around their surroundings when he discovered what looked like a tunnel door dug into the side of the hill they were perched atop. It was well camouflaged - if he hadn't been looking at exactly the right angle, he might never have noticed it.
"Well, that's interesting." Meir said aloud.
"What's that?" Scepta asked, coming over to stand by him.
Meir pointed. "What does that look like to you?"
"... a door. That is interesting." she said, shifting her rifle across her frame to be more accessible.
"Shall we have a look?"
[] Go inside
[] Mark the spot for later exploration
(DC 50. Roll 15+6+6+5+5= 37. Minor failure, but I felt like giving you an event.)