The intrepid researchers on Arcturus 10 have spent weeks preparing this dug-out observation post to observe and bait the Arcturan crocodile, whose tear glands have been known to increase lifespans by a factor of 3...truly the fountain of youth!
About this creation
With the top cover removed, the underlying observation post becomes apparent. From here, scientists have been diligently studying the Arcturan crocodile, with a view to traping and harvesting their tear glands. Success would spell huge profits for the Company back on Earth, and strengthen its pharmaceutical and biologics standing in the market.
Research Director Johnson gets impatient with the diving team - seems they are taking forever to lay the traps for the Arcturan crocodiles. In a tragic turn of events, Director Johnson wades into the river with nothing but a fishing net...determined to bag one Arcturan crocodile himself. "This will really launch my career and get me out of this hell hole planet, maybe the Company will give me my own office...Head of Bio-Reasearch".
Unbeknownst to everyone, the Acrturan crocodiles have a taste for (Human)meat and have a level of ferocity enough to make Earth Piranhas look like Guppies...
Later reports filed by the 3 Space Marines who were patrolling the river banks mentioned that all they saw was Director Johnson disappearing in a mist of red, with the waters around him turning a shade of crimson. Shortly afterwards, the Company diver suffered the same fate...
Here, we see research associate Dubois witnessing the carnage of Director Johnson in shock, being unable to peel himself away from his slack-jawed stupor. It was fortunate that the recording cameras were on and authorities were able to later piece together the horrible attack by replaying the tapes at 1/10th normal speed...
10 seconds before disaster: 2 Space Marines and their shift Sergeant patrolling the river banks. One soldier was quoted as saying that the Arcturan Crocodiles looked so cute and cuddly that this assignment would be a walk in the park. Being a nature-lover, he was saddened by the thought of having to pack up and ship out to another Off-World assignment once the crocodiles were caught that afternoon.
The same marine was later quoted as saying: "It is ironinc that we thought these alien crocodiles would be the solution for aging on Earth..who would have thought they truly were a solution to aging, in the form of death." He is now undergoing psychiatric post-traumatic management on the Hospital Ship, the Nightingale, in high orbit above Arcturus 10.
8 seconds before disaster: Assistant Research Director Edwards looks on...he seems to know something the others don't, perhaps he had been here before when he was working with a rival corporation 4 months ago on the same project. Strangely, that corporation promptly cancelled all funding and withdrew their installations from Arcturus 10 without any official statement...could this explain why they started out with a crew of 57 scientists and security troops but only returned with less than half the men? Hmmm...an impending promotion.
5 seconds before disaster: Research Assistants Jones and Walther basking under the Arcturan Sun and conducting a leisurely study of the Arcturan Coconutoid Tree...famed for its refreshing fruit, if only one can crack open the shell. Fortunately for our advanced human researchers, they have devised a relatively safe method utilising a controlled, split-second mini nuclear fission technique to crack the Coconutoid shell, thus unlocking unimaginable dietary pleasures.
Funny how the brevity and fagility of our lives come into sharp focus once we have the benefit of hindsight...if only Diver Class 1 Richards had a glimpse of his impending future (or the absence of it), he would have made for the shore in a heartbeat.
"ARRGGGHHH!!!!>>>>TZHARRCK..." as the director's head came off...."plop" was all it made as it flopped onto the water surface, which was by now looking increasingly like fine red wine. Where his head had been 2 seconds before, now stood a furious geyser of blood, spurting out in a pulsatile manner from the base of his neck.
Considering the 2 months Director Johnson had spent in cryostasis on board the USS PILL-POPPER, and factoring the fact that he was travelling close to 0.9 the speed of light, this amounts to around 6 standard earth years in the service of the Company when one factors in the effects of time-dilation. With all 6 years of back pay and hazaard duty allowances, plus stock options, this ex-director is a bona fide millionaire! Oops, too bad he forgot to nominate a benefactor or next of kin to inherit his pay package...oh well, then it all goes back to the Company.
The Company has generously decided to pay for all funeral expenses (minus the wreaths and candles) and his remains (whatever could be filtered from the river) will be shipped back to his next of kin on Mars colony 2.
Shots of the furnished observation post: coffee dispenser, workstation with desktop printer and PC, drawers and table lamps, as well as a personal sanitation/shower unit.
Seen here is the modular pantry, with stove, microwave oven, fridge and double-decker beds. Also seen are the dining table and flatscreen LED TV, all courtesy of the Company.