Target acquisition

Finding a landing site for teams going to Luna or Mars was easy in principle. There was no one there. Where the teams set down could be based entirely on logistical and science concerns. Which former colony site looked most likely to have something interesting? Which was safest? What gave the best backdrop for a postcard home? Balance out those factors, and selecting the best spot was easy. You could settle it with a coin toss. Asking the same question about Earth was considerably more difficult.

The Anthropology mavens at the Interworld Science Foundation, and a dozen major universities, had compiled an extensive set of first contact protocols. Or recontact protocols, really. The problem was it was all theoretical. There hadn't been an actual first contact situation since some time in the 20th century. For us, though, it would all be very real. It had been over five hundred years since the Exodus and it was inevitable that our cultures had diverged. Even amongst the worlds of the Alliance, there was cultural divergence. Ariel was as different from Sihnon as Beaumonde was from MacLaren's Drift. From what we'd been able to gather from our recon drones and orbital observation, the cultures of Earth were at least as variable as anything between the worlds of the 34 Tauri system. The language was even more divergent than what we were used to. At least from what little we'd been able to pick up with close approaches. Not a real surprise really, given they didn't have the Cortex to disseminate information and cultural influences between widely separated populations. But it made things all that much harder.

Our recon drones had been doing most of the heavy lifting so far. With the Sled still relatively far from Earth, mostly to minimize the chance of them seeing us from the ground, the small remotely controlled drones were the only way for us to get close up reconnaissance of Earth's surface. What made close in observation possible was the active camouflage surface that covered each of them.

Closely related to the ThermOptic sneak suits I'd used on intrusion ops and the active camouflage on the hull of some of our landers, it rendered whatever was behind it effectively invisible. At least up to a point. You weren't silent, even with active damping, you'd still cast a shadow, and there were situations where you couldn't match the background well enough for every possible observer to make the illusion complete, but it did the job well enough. With careful piloting and the drone's on-board expert system, it was possible to make close up observations of the people on the ground.

Those observations were how we'd learned that the language had diverged in different areas, and the cultures had changed quite a bit depending on where you looked.

Most of the crew had been looking over the recon information from Earth. Whether they were part of a contact team or not, everyone was forming an opinion about where our first contact should take place. But none of them were quite so enthusiastic about it as Sarina was.

"I know where we're going to land. Where we have to land!" She started, swirling into my office with a portable display in her hands, showing the kind of energy that I'd only ever seen before in Uncle Elsoph. I actually had to suppress a giggle. Her energy was infectious and this was the first time she'd shown an actual preference.

"Slow down, love. Breathe. You're channeling Lily. Where is it you think we have to land?"

She did a double take, blushed, then slowed down, bringing up an image on my wall screen: initially a low orbital view of what had once been known as the British Isles. Within a moment, the view started to zoom in, like dropping from orbit at a very high delta V, until we were looking at a village nestled into the side of a mountain somewhere in the Highlands of what had once been Scotland. "Here. We need to make first contact here. And this is why," she said, then paused to slew the image around to a low level view from one of the recon drones.

Filling the image was, well, I wasn't exactly sure what it was. An air vehicle of some type? There was a partially enclosed framework slung from netting beneath a large blunt-ended cylinder. I could identify what looked like control planes for pitch and yaw and a set of large diameter propellers like they still used on some light aircraft. It appeared to be tied down to a mooring platform that was smaller than it was. After a moment, 'Brina pulled back the view to show two similar devices on neighboring platforms, the whole thing a couple hundred meters from the village proper.

"It's a . . . Um. What is it, 'Brina?" I asked with an amused giggle.

"It's an Airship, Sea. It's a Gorram Airship! Not just one, but three of them! We've got to land here. Seriously." I don't think I'd ever seen her quite this bouncy before. She was like Elsoph trying to describe a newly invented piece of kit, or Lily with a fresh box of candy. She wasn't just excited; she was actually bouncing.

"You know it's not entirely up to me? Ok. So maybe it is. But you know I'm not going to be arbitrary about this. I'm going to have to talk to to the Science guys before I give the go ahead. And, like it or not, we're not going to be the first ones down." I held up a hand, waving it playfully at the first start of her objection. "This isn't some old Cortex video where the Captain and their senior staff go to the surface first. Wherever we set down, it'll be a couple of the Anthropologists with an ORCA escort first. OK?"

Sabrina gave me that look, then laughed. "I know, I know. But seriously. This is where we've got to go. Even if we're not going to get there first. Promise you'll bring it up?"

I promised, and did, a couple days later at the next staff meeting. Sabrina's suggestion prompted a lively debate on the subject, even more so when the imaging team showed more of those lighter than air vehicles in flight over several areas of what had once been the British Isles and Northern Europe.

Compared to the various sailing craft we'd seen on the surface, the airships were a good deal faster and seemed to have a surprisingly good payload for their size. Near as we could tell, they were steam powered and used some sort of mostly smokeless liquid for fuel. Sabrina was practically begging the Science team to land at the airship base we'd spotted.

Strangely, we hadn't seen many other steam vehicles. Or steam powered anything for that matter. A few large tractor like machines on the surface. Some large surface boats. What was probably a factory or mill of some kind in a couple of scattered locations. But overall, there just didn't seem to be used much.

It was another question we'd have to answer once we'd gotten to the surface. And, ultimately, Sabrina got her wish. We'd send down several teams in different locations but Site Number One would be a small village in what was once the Highlands of Scotland, where the Airships docked.