Sometimes Some Salvage Should Be Left Behind
06 May 2019Jolt Diana
I was shown a fragment of a log from a ship that was salvaged.As I landed into the conflict area in support of my allies, there was a small shudder in my engines. Nothing wrong about that, just a small jitter with the frame shift drive.
"Warning, capital class signature detected."
The covas spoke, as I scanned the surroundings of the combat zone to identify my allies and foes. Perhaps it was support that we called in?
No.
I felt the lurching disgust of my drives rumble and roil in anguish just as a large cloud from witch-space bellowed forth and from the spillage; a battlecruiser, a ship of immense firepower. As I watched in horror of the sight before me, as the drives of my vessel cried out with a horrendous blast of sound but no damage.
It halted just outside of it's portal in real-space, waiting for a few moments to ready their weapons.
Then hell came forth.
It shakes me a bit, reading this. Thinking about it, they might have been in the same fight that I was in.
Maybe I'm trying to find a bit of solace instead of just pressing forwards, but I can't deny that it has caused some waves with my mood.
I finally invested in some new eye drops. It's tough to regularly blink when you can't feel your eyes drying out anymore. The last set that I had did the job, but needed more drops as time went on.
I took a trip to a nice spa today after reading that recovered log, spent a long long time enjoying a nice hot bath. It was nice. Until Samael called me up to debate the ideas of a few conspiracy theories, he's winning currently. Not in the sense of that it's all true, but they are starting to connect. Like the one theory that we came up with that the Thargoids are just interested in retaining their territory, we stepped over their lands too much, and now they're fed up with us.
Speaking of fed up, I had a couple of goons stop me on the way to my ship. I knew what they were thinking.
"This girl drank too much"
"Hope she isn't piloting anytime soon"
Jokes on them, I was going to go to sleep.
But
They didn't like my tone of voice, albeit a mocking tone of the ugly one, but still. Slapped with a fine, threatened to be tossed into the brig, and harassed. Next time I'm just pulling rank, I missed out on three hours of sleep.
Beyond that, I've been spending a long time exploring out in the black. Maybe someone will visit the systems I've been to, one can hope. But the sights are gorgeous, even to my damaged eyes.
Even after all of this flying, the galaxy still has many more wonders available to all and for the others that explore the black when we're gone.
It's beautiful.