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90 hours.
That’s how long it took for Pandora to complete a single rotation; 45 hours of day, and 45 hours of night. It was probably the most difficult thing to adjust to, even moreso than the lifestyle the planet demanded. Two non-Pandoran years had passed since Maya first arrived on the planet, and she was still fighting with the challenges that extended rotation presented.
As it were, those challenges liked to manifest in very cruel ways, such as in today’s case.
Crossing The Dust was never an easy feat, but having a Technical and a little bit of company made it easier. Her and Zer0 were tasked with locating a very rural testing facility for experimental supplies, ones that would keep Sanctuary in the sky for longer. Without a fast travel, they’d unfortunately just have to leg it in the vague direction of the co-ords and pray. It was a boring job, but one that they’d thought would be easy... Until the Technical ran out of gas.
So now, here they were, stranded in the middle of the desert with no way to get moving. When nightfall hit, they’d be able to go search for some new wheels, but that wouldn’t be for another 15 hours at least. 15 hours of having to sit around and try to not die to heat exhaustion...
Maya took to poking around underneath the hood of the vehicle, double and triple checking to make sure nothing else was the problem. Turns out that learning some basic mechanics from Ellie was a worthwhile effort. The sun beating down on her back eventually got to be a bit too much, so with a sigh, she shut the hood and stepped back.
❝ Everything else seems alright but... God, why didn’t I bring that extra gas can. I feel so stupid. ❞ Another sigh, and a wipe of the brow, she steps around the vehicle and into the relative shade it casts on that side.
❝ Zer0, are you still alive? ❞ She asks, lifting up the tarp that was covering up the flatbed, ❝ Don’t tell me you’ve gone and cooked to death under there. I really don’t need another thing going wrong out here. ❞