The Hyacinth Disaster E1P1 The Hyacinth Disaster|Space disaster podcast|Catastrophic event|E|Paragraph O|hidrófilo|Desastre|E| ||||P(1) |الهيـاسنت||E(1)|P(1) |Hiacynt||| |Jacinto||| Die Hyazinthenkatastrophe E1P1 The Hyacinth Disaster E1P1 El desastre del jacinto E1P1 Le désastre des jacinthes E1P1 Il disastro del giacinto E1P1 ヒヤシンスの災難 E1P1 Hiacintų katastrofa E1P1 O Desastre do Jacinto E1P1 Гиацинтовая катастрофа E1P1 Sümbül Felaketi E1P1 Гіацинтова катастрофа E1P1 风信子灾难E1P1 風信子災難E1P1

The Hyacinth Disaster By David Carlson EPISODE 1 1 |风信子||||| |Hyacinth||||Carlson| |||بقلم|||الحلقة |||||Carlson| O|jacinto|Desastre|por|David|Carlson|EPISÓDIO كارثة الصفير بقلم ديفيد كارلسون الحلقة 1 1 デビッドカールソンによるヒヤシンスの災害エピソード11 O Desastre do Jacinto Por David Carlson EPISÓDIO 1 1 Sümbül Felaketi Yazan David Carlson EPISODE 1 1 Гіацинтовий катастрофа Автор: Девід Карлсон ЕПІЗОД 1 1 风信子灾难 作者：大卫·卡尔森 第1集 1

CONTROL: *receptor alert* *Door slides open* [CON opens channel to all crew] All hands, this is Captain Hynes. ||||滑动|||||||||||||海因斯 تحكم|المستقبل||الباب|||CON|يفتح|قناة|إلى|جميع|الطاقم|جميع|الطاقم|هذا|هو|القبطان|هاينس |receptor|||slides||CON|opens||||crew||||||Hynes |receptor|||||||kanał|||||||||Hynes التحكم: * تنبيه المستقبل * * شرائح الباب مفتوحة * [CON يفتح القناة لجميع الطاقم] كل الأيدي ، هذا هو الكابتن هاينز. コントロール：*受容体アラート**ドアがスライドして開きます* [CONはすべての乗組員にチャンネルを開きます]すべての手、これはキャプテンハインズです。 VALDYMAS: *receptoriaus įspėjimas* *Durys atsidaro* [CON atveria kanalą visai įgulai] Visos rankos, čia kapitonas Hainsas. CONTROL: *alerta do recetor* *A porta abre-se* [CON abre um canal para toda a tripulação] Todos os tripulantes, aqui é o Capitão Hynes. KONTROL: *Reseptör alarmı* *Kapı kayarak açılır* [CON tüm mürettebata kanal açar] Tüm personel, ben Kaptan Hynes. КОНТРОЛЬ: *сигнал датчика* *Двері відкриваються* [КОН відкриває канал для всього екіпажу] Усі на борту, це капітан Хайнс. 控制：*接收器警报* *门滑开* [指挥官向全体船员打开频道] 所有人，请注意，这是海恩斯船长。 Be advised I'm back on the bridge. كن||أنا|عدت|على|الجسر|الجسر |be informed||||| كن على علم بأنني عدت إلى الجسر. 私は橋に戻っていることに注意してください。 Pranešk, kad grįžau ant tilto. Aviso-os que estou de volta à ponte. Köprüye geri döndüm, haberiniz olsun. Зверніть увагу, я повернувся на місток. 请注意，我已经回到指挥室。 Sorry for the break. عذرًا||ال|الانقطاع آسف على الفاصل. 休憩してすみません。 Atsiprašau už pertrauką. Ara verdiğim için özür dilerim. 抱歉让你等了。 GRIMM: Look at that! GRIMM||| |انظر|إلى| GRIMM: Spójrz na to!||| 格里姆：看看那个！ The ship's still intact. |船的|| |possessive form|remains|intact |السفينة||سليمة السفينة لا تزال سليمة. Laivas vis dar nepaliestas. Gemi hala sağlam. 船还完好无损。 CONTROL: For the most part. generally speaking|||| التحكم|||معظم|معظم التحكم: بالنسبة للجزء الأكبر. KONTROLĖ: didžiąja dalimi. 控制：大部分时间。 Argus? أرجوس Argus أرجوس؟ 阿尔戈斯？ ARGUS: Aye? |是 |نعم |yes |Tak 阿尔戈斯：是的？ CONTROL: I've just got your latest receptor connection. تحكم|لقد||حصلت|اتصال|الأحدث|جهاز الاستقبال|اتصال ||||||receptor| التحكم: لقد حصلت للتو على أحدث اتصال بالمستقبل. CONTROL: Acabo de recibir su última conexión de receptor. VALDYMAS: ką tik gavau jūsų naujausią receptorių ryšį. KONTROL: Az önce son alıcı bağlantınızı aldım. 控制：我刚刚收到了你最新的受体连接。 That makes...12 between you and Grimm. ذلك||بين|بينك|و|غريم Tai sudaro...12 tarp jūsų ir Grimmo. Sen ve Grimm'in arasında 12 kişi var. 这使得...你和格里姆之间有12个连接。 Keep it up. استمر||استمر Taip ir toliau. Devam edin. 继续保持。 Ember and her crew don't have much time left. 艾姆伯|||||||| Ember|||crew|do not|have||time|remaining إمبر||||لا|يمتلكون|الكثير|وقت|متبقي |y||||||| Iskra|||||||| Ember ir jos įgula neturi daug laiko. ARGUS: Yup. |نعم |Yes GRIMM: Working on it. غريم|العمل||ذلك CONTROL: [closes channel to crew, opens record interface, and plays TEMPLE's transmission] TRANSMISSION (recorded) This is Eric Temple, commander of the Lykaon frigate ​Tesseract​, to the Station commander at Halaesus Mining Company. |||||||||||||||||||||Lykaon|||||||||| التحكم|يغلق||إلى|الطاقم|||الواجهة|و|تشغيل|تمبل|الإرسال|الإرسال|المسجلة|هذه|هنا|إريك|تمبل|القائد|من|ال|ليكاون|فرقاطة|تيسراكت(1)|إلى|الـ|المحطة|القائد|إلى|هاليسوس|التعدين|الشركة |||||||interface|||Temple's|||||||||||Lykaon|frigate|Tesseract|||Station|||Halaesus|| The date is August 13, the time is 0113 zulu. التاريخ||هو|أغسطس||الوقت|هو|زولو |||||||Zulu Tarih 13 Ağustos, saat 0113 Zulu. I'm transmitting this from just off the asteroid 32339-Algenor, near Jovian L5: in other words, ​indisputably​ the property and territory of Lykaon Minerals 2 ||||||||Algenor|||||||||||||| I am|transmitting|this|from|just|from||asteroid|Algenor|near|Jovian|L|in|||undoubtedly||property||territory|||

Corporation. Corporation You might recognize it as the rock you ordered your contract ship MRS​ Corvus​ to mine. |||||||||||||Corvus|| Sözleşmeli geminiz MRS Corvus'a madencilik yapmasını emrettiğiniz kaya olarak tanıyabilirsiniz. Now, I'm sure you counted on the vastness of space and the near-limitless number of asteroids to keep your incursions hidden, but it didn't work. ||||||||||||||||||||入侵||||| |||||||vastness||||||limitless|||asteroids||||incursions|hidden|||| We now have the ​Corvus​ in our custody. |||||||custody Along with its captain--Ember Roth--and its crew of 52 people, we are holding the vessel pending monetary compensation for the several loads of mineral wealth it delivered from the asteroid to you before we caught them...you'll have to pay for it, is what I'm saying. |||||Roth|||crew|||||holding||vessel|pending|monetary|compensation||||loads||mineral|wealth||||||||||||||||||||| For the price, and minor details like proof that your people are still alive, refer to the file I've attached to this transmission. for|||and|minor|details|such as|proof|that|your|people|are|still|alive|refer|to||file|I have|attached|to|this|transmission You will contact me with appropriate payment, and I will release them. ||||||payment||||| You have 48 hours to comply if you want your ship and people back. ||||comply|||||||| Intact. Intact CONTROL: [turns off recording] *sighs* BLUE: [opens channel to CON} Uh...Con? ||||sighs||||||| CONTROL: [activates channel] Go ahead, Blue. |activate|||| BLUE: Ship is telling me there's a fire in comms. ||||我||||| |||||||||communications Right next to me, in fact. CONTROL: *sighs* Yeah. It does that. Nothing to worry about. BLUE: Are you sure? 3 CONTROL: Unless you're actually ​on fire​, you're fine. Trust me. That sensor's been acting up for months. |sensor has||acting||| BLUE: Maintenance has broken down since I left, huh? CONTROL: Corporate's been ignoring old ships recently, don't blame me. |Corporate||ignoring|||||blame| BLUE: Whoa. |Whoa I'm kidding. ...You ok? CONTROL: I'm worried. We can't afford any suspicion from station at all. ||||suspicion|||| Temple's deadline ends in a few hours, and I don't know if this rock-- BLUE: Were you listening to that transmission again? CONTROL: Transmission? What makes you say that? Bunu sana söyleten nedir? BLUE: It's not helping. CONTROL: Sorry. I'm waiting on the guys to finish setting up. I don't know what else to do. BLUE: We're already ​doing ​everything we ​can​, which is a lot more than Corporate. |||||||||||||Corporate Or anyone else, for that matter. CONTROL: 4

That's really not saying much. BLUE: Stop making it harder on yourself! We need a ​captain​. Not a self-flagellatory bowl of runny jello! ||ذاتي|جلد الذات|وعاء||سائل|جيلو |||flagellatory|bowl|||jelly CONTROL: Uh...point taken? BLUE: Good! CONTROL: Alright. Is there anything on long comms I should know about? BLUE: Well, the ​Grissom​ got herself fouled up; so ​that's​ keeping Station busy. |حسناً||غريسو||||||||| |||Grissom|||fouled|||||| CONTROL: How's the crew? |||crew What happened?! BLUE: Navigation thrusters malfunctioned. ||thrusters|malfunctioned ||المحركات| Ship couldn't stop rolling for a minute and the tether wrapped around her. |||rolling||||||tether|wrapped|| ||||||||||||ها Crew's fine: they hadn't deployed their surface teams. Crew's||||deployed||| CONTROL: And the tether's auto-release didn't kick in because...? |||tether's|||||| BLUE: Not sure, but I talked to Norse just last week and he said-- CONTROL: ‘Norse'? |||||||||||||||Norse person BLUE: 5

Comms guy on the ​Grissom​. Great hair. And beard. |beard The sorta guy you'd never want mad at you, unless you were twice as big or twice as fast...And preferably both, but good luck being either. |sort of|||||angry|||unless|||||||||||preferably|||||| CONTROL: Uh huh. BLUE: Yeah, he mentioned they had to put in for repairs at Station after the tether took damage last month. ||||||||||repairs|||||||damage|| Maintenance gave them a clean bill. CONTROL: Ah. Well that explains ​that​. BLUE: You know it. CONTROL: Which rock are they fouled at? |||||fouled| BLUE: 7 dash 3305. |dash CONTROL: 7-class? Good for them! I mean, not that they'll see much of the profit, but it's more than I've ever got. Is that the rock Sivver found last-- *raucous alarm sounds* GAAAH! What the…? [CON turns alarm off] Oh no! BLUE: What? CONTROL: 6

Heavens! It seems the bridge is venting to space. BLUE: ...You're on the bridge. CONTROL: Oh, the horror. Can't...breathe! [CON pretends to suffocate and die] BLUE: ...Another bad sensor, huh? CONTROL: Yup. Happens a couple times a week, now. BLUE: That ​can't be healthy. CONTROL: On the contrary, there's nothing to put a sparkle in your eye and a spring in your step like catastrophic pulmonary shock! *sighs* 53 lives are at stake, and my ship is falling apart. |حياة|||خطر|||||| BLUE: I hope this rock is worth it. CONTROL: Now ​who's worried? BLUE: I'm just saying! Finch says Dreadnought is good at what he does, but there's no guarantee ​this​ rock is worth any risk at all! ||دريدنوت|||||||||||||||||| CONTROL: A minute ago you were trying to convince me this is a great idea! ||||||||تقنع|||||| 7 BLUE: I ​said ​we're doing everything we can. I didn't say this was definitely going to work. I|||||||| CONTROL: Ok...ok. Great. I wasn't stressed out ​enough​ before. Not about running a 400,000-ton ship with just 6 people; not about sneaking said ship to a potentially worthless asteroid; not ​even​ about risking my own crew's freedom! Now​, my old 1st Officer is having second thoughts! BLUE: “Second”? My brain's playing hardcore tennis with my opinion of all this, so…fifty or sixtieth thoughts by now, but whatever: we're here. Nothing we can do but wait for the guys to finish. CONTROL: *console gives error* Klere! We'll see if they ever do! BLUE: What's up? CONTROL: Grimm's receptors are having trouble connecting. He's probably about to start shouting at me. GRIMM: [opens channel to CON] Con! CONTROL: Here we go… [closes BLUE's channel, opens GRIMM's channel] Control here. 8 GRIMM: What's wrong with the network!? CONTROL: I'm not sure. I'm working on it; try a reset. GRIMM: I did! What are ​you​ doing? CONTROL: I am ​trying​ to keep the ​Hyacinth​ from falling apart! *alarm sounds* Which is becoming ​increasingly​ more difficult to do! Are you kidding me? GRIMM: What? CONTROL: Uh, I'm gonna task Blue on this. She's better at computering. [closes GRIMM's channel, opens BLUE's channel] Blue! BLUE: Blue here. CONTROL: Please take Grimm's channel and help him out. I've got another problem. BLUEL: At this point, the ship could literally blow up, and I'd assume it was a false alarm. CONTROL: It's actually ​not​ the ship. Exo 7's leg is acting up...again. BLUE: 9

I thought ​Finch​ repaired it… CONTROL: Finch has a ​lot​ on her plate. BLUE: ...Yeah. CONTROL: *alarm sounds again* Agh! Just handle Grimm, dankjewel! |||شكراً [closes BLUE's channel, opens ARGUS' channel] Control to Exo 7. Argus, copy? ARGUS: Aye, con. Go ahead. CONTROL: I'm getting alerts on your suit. That joint coming apart again? ARGUS: Negative, Control. ||Control group I don't...wait. Yep, my leg's going rickets on me. CONTROL: *sighs* Copy. command|| Need to come in? ARGUS: You kidding? We won't have a chance like this again! CONTROL: Sure, but if the joint breaks, it could puncture your vacsuit. |||||||||ثقب||بدلة الفضاء And I'd prefer you not die. ||||to not| ARGUS: We're not quitting: Ember and her crew ain't gonna ransom themselves. أرجوس||||||||||| 10

CONTROL: Nobody said anything about quitting, Argus. Can you patch it? ARGUS: My exo doesn't have a welder. CONTROL: Really? ARGUS: At least not one that works. Exo 7, remember? CONTROL: Kanker... Copy. [close ARGUS' channel, opens GRIMM's channel] Control to Exo 4. Grimm, copy? GRIMM: Grimm here. Shoot. CONTROL: Argus' leg servo is shot again. He needs a bandaid. GRIMM: Ask Dreadnought. ||Dreadnought character CONTROL: Dreadnought's busy. GRIMM: Oh, right. And I'm just sitting on my ass. CONTROL: 11

Just do it, Grimm! We have less than four hours to finish up here, and Dreadnought's job can't pause. ||||||||||but|||| Yours can. Copy? GRIMM: Well, there goes my day. ||||possessive pronoun| CONTROL: Copy?? GRIMM: Copy! Rescue Argus. ETA 4 mikes. CONTROL: Thank yo-- GRIMM: [closes channel] CONTROL: ...Ok. [opens ARGUS' channel] Control to Exo 7. Argus, Grimm is heading your way. 4 minutes. ARGUS: Thanks, Con. This gonna hold us up? Or does Dreadnought still have a ways to go? CONTROL: I guess I can check now. [closes ARGUS' channel, opens DREADNOUGHT's channel] Control to exo 2. Dreadnought, copy? DREADNOUGHT: Dreadnought copy. What's gotcha? |مشكلة CONTROL: 12

How's the drilling going? DREADNOUGHT: *radio static* CONTROL: Say again? DREADNOUGHT: *static* CONTROL: Exo 2, do you copy? DREADNOUGHT: I copy! How about you? CONTROL: I copy now. Sorry. Your radio is worse than I remember. DREADNOUGHT: I'd rather have a bad radio on a good Exo than a good radio on a bad Exo. Like what, number 7 that you guys have? That thing was falling apart! CONTROL: Yeah… DREADNOUGHT: You miner types not care about safety? ||||عامل المناجم||||| How long has it been since you overhauled these things, man? CONTROL: Not since Corporate monopolized everything. Old parts are impossible to get, if you hadn't noticed. They barely even care to fix our damn ships! DREADNOUGHT: 13

Yeah, I noticed. Still, their stuff ​is​ pretty shiny. CONTROL: Sure. They also track ​everything​. So make it work. DREADNOUGHT: Speaking of tracking, Station figured we're out here, yet? CONTROL: Do you expect them to? DREADNOUGHT: Do you not?? CONTROL: Blue said they're focused on other things, and even if they weren't, she disabled our locator. DREADNOUGHT: She ​what?​ You are ​asking ​for trouble, Hynes! CONTROL: We can't afford a random check telling them we're a billion miles from where we're supposed to be. Besides, you're used to flying alone: we have a great team: if something goes wrong, we'll handle it. DREADNOUGHT: You'd better hope so, dude. CONTROL: What's your depth? DREADNOUGHT: 14

128 meters, but the squealer's gonna have a hard time scanning through all this stuff. Very dense. Tough going. I'm telling you, I got a feeling about this one. It's rich, alright. A real goldierock. ||غولدي روك CONTROL: There's a lot of lives hanging on the accuracy of your gut, Dreadnought. ||||||||||||حدسك| DREADNOUGHT: I told you, man, I couldn't make any guarantees. |||||||||ضمانات Survey scans can tell you if a rock is definitely worthless. المسح|||تخبر||||||| If one doesn't register worthless, it could be full of anything from iron to-- CONTROL: There had better be more than iron here! ||||||||مليئًا||||حديد|||||||||| DREADNOUGHT: We're here because I ​think​ there ​is​, dude​.​ There are certain data points any surveyor can see that ​often​ mean more valuable materials. |||||||||||||نقاط||المساح||||غالبًا|||أكثر قيمة|المواد CONTROL: Uh huh--wait. Won't Corporate notice those numbers? ||تلاحظ||الأرقام DREADNOUGHT: My report headline was dismal: Saniss 130991, class ​1​. |||العنوان|||سانيس| I doubt if anyone in the office even bothers to check the file, dude. ||||||المكتب||يُكَلِّف نفسه||||| Just, don't mention ​me ​by name until after you negotiate the price. ||تذكر||||حتى|||تتفاوض|| CONTROL: When are you setting off the first scan burst? |||||||||نفخة DREADNOUGHT: Should be deep enough for the squealer soon...wait, what're Grimm and Argus doing? |||عميق|||||قريبًا||ماذا|||| CONTROL: You can see them? 15

DREADNOUGHT: No, that's the problem: I haven't seen any receptors link up in a couple minutes. CONTROL: Argus needs a bandaid on his exo, Grimm's patching him up. What's your depth, now? DREADNOUGHT: Let me guess: he took number 7? Damn. We shoulda picked up a rig for him at least. Or a better drill. CONTROL: There're too many eyes on that, Dreadnought. Trust me. DREADNOUGHT: Yeah? I'm not usually on this side of things. Still… CONTROL: Depth, Dreadnought. DREADNOUGHT: 146 meters. I take it you want me to mind my own business? CONTROL: Neither of us wants you screwing this up. DREADNOUGHT: Yeah. *pause* Speaking of screwing, how's things with Finch? CONTROL: Haha, NOPE! [opens GRIMM's channel] 16

Control to Exo 4! DREADNOUGHT: Aww, man, come on! Give me someth-- CONTROL: [closes DREADNOUGHT's channel] Control to Exo 4, Grimm? GRIMM: Shoot. CONTROL: How's it coming with Argus? GRIMM: I'm almost there. OK, Helpless, what'd you break now? ARGUS: Ask Finch! She said it was safe! CONTROL: [opens ARGUS' channel] She said “probably.” We didn't have much choice here. And since Dreadnought's the new guy, he got the best exo. 7 was your only option. ARGUS: Except for 4. GRIMM: Hey!