Eris on Cardamine

[Doc Holliday]

Day Two

Doc awoke. For whatever reason, he slept well. Still, he felt a it weary. Before venturing off to further explore his surroundings, he ate another ration. Without coffee, he was groggy. Still, he needed to figure out where he was and what to do next. One thing was clear, he was entirely alone.

He made a quick recording on his datapad:

Day two, somewhere in Kansas. It seems my host has disappeared. My ship is burned up from the heavy radiation of the system and I'm stuck here. I saw the remains of those who tried returning in system. I'm a doctor, not an engineer so this will be interesting. Hopefully this isn't heard if my skeletal remains are one day found here many years from now.

Doc made his way into the hallway. As he looked around, he noticed pads, many of them, in various places in the hallway. He noticed that as he got closer he "stuck" better to the floor. The further away, he felt lighter.
"Gravity pads," he said to himself aloud, "old school."
He noticed shortly afterward a deep chasm between where he was and where he wanted to go. He tested his theory. He took a running start and jumped, "floating" across the chasm. Losing his balance and equilibrium, he landed on the floor, sprawling about it. But, the landing wasn't so painful as he was lighter. Getting back to his feet, he walked slowly. Going between a gravity environment and a light gravity environment made walking slow and difficult.

At the next chasm, he again tested the gravity pads as they were close to and numerous at the chasms and their walls. He found he could walk firmly near them and, as he was now finding out, he would float gently down the chasm to the next "floor." Normal gravity in such a fall would result in certain death. But as he sat looking up, he realized that he couldn't get back up. The anti-grav was enough to float down to safety but not jump up and there was nothing to climb on.
"Damn," he said, "my food....my medical gear...it's all up there. All I now have is my datapad." He sighed, "Maybe I can find my way back."

He rounded a corner finding another room, much like the one he spent the night before in. It looked as if someone was there before...but when? On a corner table he found what appeared to be some toys from a child. A girl's doll, a hair comb and some items for the doll were there. Some clothes also hung in a nearby closet. Much of the room was untouched, as if whoever was here left in a hurry. He took pictures on his datapad of what he found as he kept a running record.
On a desk he found hand drawn pictures, pictures he couldn't explain. It looked like Nomads but also of humans. Again, he took pictures.

As he explored the station, he found himself more lost with each step. He could only go down and not up. He found items from humans long gone, logging each finding. From an explorer's point of view, it was spectacular but for Doc himself, desperation began to set in. He couldn't get to his supplies nor was he finding anything. By days end, he was hungry but had no food. He had no clue as to where he was. His datapad told him it was somewhere after dinner time. Going into a large chamber, he decided to save his strength and rest as he was exhausted. He ended the day the way he began it, with a log entry on his datapad:

Well, I'm lost and hopelessly so. I have no food, no supplies, only my guns and datapad. This station is weird. I find pictures of Nomads and of humans but find neither in reality. I just know that without water, I won't last but a couple of days here. I really don't want to leave Midori a widow with three kids."

He was too tired to realize that where he would sleep was a shrine of some sort. The many glyphs on the walls would show this.....if he could understand them.

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