D0G has been on patrol for six hours, thirty-three minutes, and seven seconds, plodding in a slow circle with a quarter-mile radius and the Borealis at its center. Ever since Shephard's scouting party left his scanning range five hours and two minutes ago, there has been nothing but flat scrubland as far as the optic can see ( Read more... )

It has been thirty hours, seventeen minutes, and twelve seconds since D0G's detour to Milliways. He's been traveling continuously for that entire time, aside from one instance where he caused a small rockslide and spent four minutes extracting his foot from underneath a boulder. The small repairs that Ed made are holding, if only just ( Read more... )