diff --git a/data/human/human missions.txt b/data/human/human missions.txt index f7f57c6c4fbb..ca26cec8eb52 100644 --- a/data/human/human missions.txt +++ b/data/human/human missions.txt @@ -4985,11 +4985,11 @@ mission "Dangerous Games 2" label adventure ` The adventure seekers, who you've spent the trip getting to know, are getting ready. You watch a nearby pair, Daciana and Mussie, helping each other get their wetsuits on. Daciana catches your gaze and grins. "Bafta, mate. Safe sailing, see you on the other side." Karengo gives you a signal and you hurry back to the cockpit to fly out, away from safe shoals and over the watery abyss.` ` At your touch, the ship slowly sinks below the waves. As Karengo warned, most of your navigation systems quickly flash red warnings, then go offline; there is some unknown interference that overwhelms your ship's sensors, which were designed for space first and water second, or fifth, or not at all. Minutes tick by as the crew silently watches one of the few sensors still working.` - ` EIGHT KILOMETERS, the depth meter reads.` - ` TEN KILOMETERS.` - ` SIXTEEN KILOMETERS. A loud, metallic creak echoes through the ship and Mussie jumps, startled.` + ` EIGHT HUNDRED KILOPASCALS, the pressure gauge reads.` + ` ONE THOUSAND KILOPASCALS.` + ` ONE THOUSAND TWO HUNDRED KILOPASCALS. A loud, metallic creak echoes through the ship and Mussie jumps, startled.` ` Karengo claps him on the back and gives him a signature grin. "Maybe can keep you aboard after this in case they need anything from a high shelf!" Mussie smiles weakly, but his eyes don't leave the readout.` - ` TWENTY-FIVE KILOMETERS. "This's it," Karengo announces, "Sub up! Let's see what there is to see. And , keep it to passive sensors. Don't want to attract any undue attention." The ship smoothly descends into the mouth of a massive cave and your visibility, clouded by dark sulfide emissions from the hydrothermal vents at the floor, drops to less than eight meters. 6 personal subpods fan out behind you, their communication equipment syncing with yours to display them as blips on your screen.` + ` ONE THOUSAND FIVE HUNDRED KILOPASCALS. "This's it," Karengo announces, "Sub up! Let's see what there is to see. And , keep it to passive sensors. Don't want to attract any undue attention." The ship smoothly descends into the mouth of a massive cave and your visibility, clouded by dark sulfide emissions from the hydrothermal vents at the floor, drops to less than eight meters. 6 personal subpods fan out behind you, their communication equipment syncing with yours to display them as blips on your screen.` ` "Ok, ," Karengo crackles over the radio. "I'll read you the first clue."` `"No other path may you take"` `"Oiled skins flash and flicker"`