2g Position -

She watched now. The bead swelled. She tilted the torch slightly—just a hair—and the surface tension grabbed hold. The puddle flattened, wetted the edges, and solidified into a smooth, scaly ripple. First pass, root gap closed.

The light was searing—a miniature sun blooming against the black. Through her auto-darkening visor, she saw the base metal melt and flow. The filler rod melted into the pool, but the pool didn’t sink. It bulged, a quivering silver bead that wanted to break free. 2g position

Positioning in 2G is fundamentally constrained by the physics of the radio environment. She watched now

She pushed off from the airlock and drifted toward the gash. The stars behind her were absolute—no twinkle, just hard, cold pinpricks of light. Jupiter loomed to her left, a swirling bruise of orange and red. She ignored it. Her world had shrunk to a sixty-centimeter scar in a metal plate. The puddle flattened, wetted the edges, and solidified