Hart brought the Sarah O. to a gentle landing on a more or less level grassy plain. “What’s the gravity?”
This planet’s gravity is 9.80665 meters per second squared.
“That’s good to know.” It meant once he stepped outside the pod, he wouldn’t be crushed or float away. “Thank you, Sarah.”
You’re welcome, Hart.
A glance at her gauges showed him the radiation level was human normal and the UV rays wouldn’t bake him to a crisp. It would be safe for him to leave the pod. Movement drew his attention, and he spotted some small, furry creatures through the view screen. He leaned forward to study them. They were about thirty centimeters in length, with a black stripe down their backs. Hart twisted the knob that activated the exterior audio, which would allow him to hear them.
They made a barki
