LOG BOOK OF CMDR CALATHIAN "DREAMS_" FAUSTAL - LOG 002
18 Feb 2021Dreams_
CMDRs log - entry 002 - voice recorded2.18.3307
"Commanders Log, entry two. CMDR Calathian "Dreams_" Faustal reportin'. Today's date is February 18th, 3307." The ambient sounds of their ship were louder than the previous log, the whine of a mining laser droned on in the background alongside other various beeps of alert panels and the sound of other spacecrafts passing overhead. "Apologies for the noise in this log, I figured since minin' isn't the most demanding work attention wise I could get a quick log in. It's been two days since my last log and honestly n'much has happened. I had some tech issues with my joysticks yesterday, some part died or something is what the mechanic said. Anyways, I got it fixed and now I'm doin' some generic missions for credits. It's mainly been minin' and courier work with high pay so far, I don't have the weapons for big bounties yet even though those usually have the best payout."
They sighed briefly, pausing to hit several different buttons which can be heard beeping as they were pressed. "So it's a little dull, but I need the credits. I can't go explorin' the depths of space if I don't even have the credits for a good ship or all the equipment it needs. Hell I don't even have a fuel scoop on this Sidewinder yet, just a bunch of cargo slots and a cheap refinery for the minin' I've got to do."
They paused again for a moment as the mining laser went silent "But yeah, I've gotta get a new ship. I'm thinkin' something like a Cobra MkIII but they're ugly boat ships, and I'm gettin' fed up of this Sidewinder, and the Cobra is just a nicer version of a Sidewinder if you think about it. Don't got much choice though, the stations here don't sell many ships, just cheaper ones for newer pilots, and I don't got the creds to be picky yet. Someday though, I'll get a real nice ship, built for speed and exploration."
The sound of the mining laser picked back up again, interrupting them briefly, but they powered through, just starting to speak a little louder. "Anyways, not much to record, but I wanted to record a log nonetheless to get into the habit of doin' these. I may not do these every day, but most days at the least. I'll definitely update more frequently when I leave the first part of space that most pilots fly around in. Oh, and in the next few logs I'll actually see if I can pay attention to the Galnet stuff so I know what's going on in the Universe, and I can talk about it here, might make the logs a bit more interestin' y'know."
A loud alert blared, not only was it alerting that the cargo hold was full, but there was someone scanning their ship. "Crap. I hate when this happens, I'm probably going to need to blast to the nearest station, I don't have the weapons or shields to fight back if these folks scannin' me find anything interesting, and considerin' my cargo, they probably will." They cursed several times as the sound of the ship's hardpoints retracting and the thrusters whining to full power began to drone in the background as they shot out of the asteroid belt they were mining in.
"Alright I've gotta log off of this, I'm gonna be pullin' some tight maneuvers. I've run outta things to say anyways, so I'll update on how this encounter turns out when I update my next log." Alerts began blaring again, negative ones, declaring that there was an enemy on their tail. There was even more loud cursing before they spoke again.
"Crap. Here we go. This is Commander Calathian "Dreams_" Faustal signing off. Oh-seven."
The recording stopped sharply in the middle of a large burst of even more cursing before Calathaian had obviously slammed their hand on the end recording button.