"But the Optitrope signal could take months to get back to Terra." You half protest and half say to yourself.
"Trish, I know. What do you want me to do about that? The sooner we send the signal, the better." Brea sits down and begins to fiddle with the optitrope in a somewhat feeble attempt to assemble it.
"You want some help?" Gemini ventures humbly.
"No." Brea grunts and hoists herself back onto her feet. "I need one of you to get on the bridge and pick up the passcodes and coordinates for Terra and this planet." She looks up at the sun and clouds, "And the other needs to go to the Lab, get the brief report on this planet, and then take the skimmer out to make a small map of the surrounding few miles."
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