The human had, somewhat grudgingly to start with, accepted a job from a havenworlder who read too much from the infonets and didn't always understand the gist of what was put there. The job sounded dangerous, so they prepared for the worst. The planetary survey, a small ship just big enough for the human and a very, very small crew, was likely the most boring one they'd ever been hired as guard duty for. It was like being paid to go on vacation. At least until one minor piece of adventure. The one that hired them followed their rules quite strictly and tried to get the rest of the crew to do so as well. But as with all crews, there's always that ONE bozo who thinks they know better, until their tail-feathers end up scorched.
Sorry, forgot you need these. https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-03110-h202-friendship-formed-with-rock -- Anon Guest
Human Cal had one personal rule, It is better to look a fool than be one. And given hir life aboard the Lukinlern it was easy to guess that ze may have overprepared for the trip. So far, all the emergency equipment had stayed in idle mode so long that it was all doing life checks on Cal.
It was annoying, but only once a week.
Otherwise, the expedition was like a paid holiday. Until EL5-YHX-D45 VI when Surveyor "That Buttmunch" D'chorp disobeyed orders and wandered off after something shiny.