An island in the middle of nowhere.
04 Mar 2020Nerys Nymei
So I repaired the hull. Barely. Most of it. But Celeste, the COVAS, keeps complaining that the atmospheric pressure is unstable. And there is a funny smell coming from the air recyclers. Plus, the cockpit squeaks if I made a sharp turn.In short, I need repairs.
Or maybe it's all in my head and I am just becoming crazy.
Anyway, I am literally in the middle of nowhere, six or seven hundreds LY under the galactic plane, still nineteen thousands LY from Colonia. It could be too late even for turning back towards the Bubble.
Still, yesterday Celeste picked up a signal. It seems that there is a mega-ship in this sector. I don't know if they are miners, traders, explorers... Celeste just says that they are legal and operational. As long as they know how to fix an hull, I don't exactly give a damn. They are not exactly close, but that ship could be a lifesaver for me. Literally. My cartography data are worth enough to afford good repairs and a true coffee. And a shower with true water.
Celeste has set the course. Now I must resist another week.