Personal 3305-02-06
06 Feb 2019Iconoclypse
Fuck.So... Here's what I know.
If I was wanted dead there are surely easier ways.
'Delilah' is gone. Boards are missing. Main comms too. Simply fuck all there. All other systems appear nominal. Guidance is clearly working. The ship's made over a 140 jumps so far. It's taking its time then, but that seems more down to, I dunno, uncertainty in plotting the jumps. We've hit two stars already. Whatever's piloting my boat is makeshift.
Supplies are lower than I thought. Locker 2 on the SRV was empty. I have less than 2 full months of food.
I can't contact DRX. Can't even contact my wife. Fuck. Fuck. Dammit it.
I'm already too far out to hope for a blind rescue if I terminally cripple the ship. Scuttling her isn't an option.
I WILL get out of this. I need rest though.
I've jury-rigged my Remlok to stasis me for two weeks. Hopefully by then I'll be wherever I'm going or at least have some clue what's going on.
I have had a couple of flashes of being back on Asimov a few days ago, but too indistinct to provide any clues.
See you in a fortnight.
(Transferred from P20x)