Logbook #14 - Sol Under Siege
16 Dec 2024Comicsserg
Captain's Log, Stardate 2024.12.16The impossible has happened. The Thargoids, managed to reach Sol. The initial attack was swift and devastating. Several stations and megaships, are now burning wrecks, their defenses overwhelmed in a matter of hours. Civilian casualties are mounting.
The situation is dire. Communications are patchy, evacuation routes are jammed, and fear is rampant throughout the system. The Pilots Federation is overwhelmed, struggling to coordinate rescue efforts and maintain order.
My mission: evacuate as many civilians as possible before the station succumbs to the Thargoid onslaught. I will not give up. We will fight. We will resist. We will not let the Thargoids extinguish the light of humanity.
The air in the cockpit was thick with the smell of burnt electronics and the acrid tang of smoke. Flames licked at the station's hull, painting the backdrop of my canopy in an eerie, infernal glow. My Python, "Specialized," shuddered violently as I wrestled with the controls, desperately searching for a stable docking point amidst the chaos.
Sweat beaded on my brow, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Below me, I could see crew members scrambling, some injured, others desperately trying to extinguish the fires that had engulfed the station. Panic threatened to grip me, but I pushed it down. I had a job to do.
Ignoring the crackling flames and the warnings flashing across my HUD, I carefully maneuvered python towards a relatively unscathed docking port. The heat radiating from the station was intense, threatening to overload my shields. I cursed under my breath, adjusting my thrusters with agonizing slowness. Finally, with a shuddering sigh, I felt the familiar tug of the docking clamps.
I wasted no time. As soon as the ship was secured, I grabbed my emergency med kit and raced towards the nearest airlock. The scene that greeted me was a tableau of chaos and despair. Injured crew members groaned in pain, their faces contorted in agony. I moved through the wreckage, assessing the situation, prioritizing the most critical cases.
Word of the disaster had already spread. A distress beacon, a desperate plea for help, had been sent out. I hoped the Hutner megaship, a renowned medical vessel, would receive the signal and answer the call.
With a heavy heart, I began the grim task of loading the wounded onto my ship. Each injured crew member I helped aboard was a life salvaged from the brink of oblivion. I couldn't save them all, but I would save as many as I could.
Finally, with the last of the wounded secured, I cast off from the burning station. As I pulled away, I glanced back one last time. The station, once a beacon of human endeavor, was now a monument to disaster, a grim reminder of the fragility of life in the vast, unforgiving expanse of space. But I had a duty to fulfill.
My destination: Luyten's Star. My mission: to deliver these wounded souls to the care of the Hutner megaship and pray that their suffering would soon come to an end.
The journey ahead was long and arduous, but I would not falter. These lives were in my hands, and I would not let them down.
End Log