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Post by Norio on Jun 6, 2021 12:26:34 GMT -5
PL: 5,000
Inhospitable, wild, and dangerous, the Saiba Wastes were far from the pinnacle of laboratory conditions. If Norio was to be forthright with her preferences, she would much sooner have remained home in the relative peace and safety of the lab.
However, samples were not about to gather themselves, and Norio had tested that which could be found in Sadala and its immediate vicinity dozens of times. Barring a substantial shift in the conditions, that particular branch of her research was thoroughly exhausted. Norio had considered, and indeed her colleagues had argued, that any work that necessitated travelling into the wastes could be completed by a squad of warriors, but she had ultimately argued against that route. With the best will in the world, many saiyans had never seen a test tube in their life, and entrusting such a task to untrained assistance was simply asking for confounding variables. The lab was not so overflowing with resources and staff to be able to spare a researcher to instruct complete novices on proper practice, and the present limited window of ceasefire could expire at any given moment. Norio did not have time to spare to wait for an escort; the sooner the experiments could begin, the sooner any future opportunities or changes would open up. Further phases of research could most certainly require further trips out into the wastes. They couldn't afford to operate on the schedule of others.
Swift, efficient, and careful. That was the way of things.
Norio had taken a few soil samples already, meticulously labelled and stored in a compartment within her workclothes, a pair of overalls worn beneath her apron. Her field readings were disappointing at best, a majority of what she had found being very poor quality, but there was a modest amount of promise to a couple of her more recent acquisitions.
Crouched in the dirt, Norio used a steady hand and a metal scoop tool to claim another cupful of soil. Transferring it smoothly into a flask, she placed a measure into the dirt, and then waited. A few seconds later, she received a reading, and sighed. Acidic, much too acidic. Not worth the flask. Norio did still have a few empty containers, but she would have to return to her vehicle to sterilise those she'd contaminated.
Nobody ever said that research came easily. No sense getting discouraged at the first hurdle. She knew better than that. Norio straightened up and cast around her surroundings, trying to determine her next bearing. From within the shallow basin she'd entered, she could could see a twisted stand of trees off to the east, a rocky formation to the south, and more of the wasteland to the north and west.
Hm. Trees. As good a next stop as any.
Inhospitable, wild, and dangerous, the Saiba Wastes were far from the pinnacle of laboratory conditions. If Norio was to be forthright with her preferences, she would much sooner have remained home in the relative peace and safety of the lab.
However, samples were not about to gather themselves, and Norio had tested that which could be found in Sadala and its immediate vicinity dozens of times. Barring a substantial shift in the conditions, that particular branch of her research was thoroughly exhausted. Norio had considered, and indeed her colleagues had argued, that any work that necessitated travelling into the wastes could be completed by a squad of warriors, but she had ultimately argued against that route. With the best will in the world, many saiyans had never seen a test tube in their life, and entrusting such a task to untrained assistance was simply asking for confounding variables. The lab was not so overflowing with resources and staff to be able to spare a researcher to instruct complete novices on proper practice, and the present limited window of ceasefire could expire at any given moment. Norio did not have time to spare to wait for an escort; the sooner the experiments could begin, the sooner any future opportunities or changes would open up. Further phases of research could most certainly require further trips out into the wastes. They couldn't afford to operate on the schedule of others.
Swift, efficient, and careful. That was the way of things.
Norio had taken a few soil samples already, meticulously labelled and stored in a compartment within her workclothes, a pair of overalls worn beneath her apron. Her field readings were disappointing at best, a majority of what she had found being very poor quality, but there was a modest amount of promise to a couple of her more recent acquisitions.
Crouched in the dirt, Norio used a steady hand and a metal scoop tool to claim another cupful of soil. Transferring it smoothly into a flask, she placed a measure into the dirt, and then waited. A few seconds later, she received a reading, and sighed. Acidic, much too acidic. Not worth the flask. Norio did still have a few empty containers, but she would have to return to her vehicle to sterilise those she'd contaminated.
Nobody ever said that research came easily. No sense getting discouraged at the first hurdle. She knew better than that. Norio straightened up and cast around her surroundings, trying to determine her next bearing. From within the shallow basin she'd entered, she could could see a twisted stand of trees off to the east, a rocky formation to the south, and more of the wasteland to the north and west.
Hm. Trees. As good a next stop as any.
