TRAVEL LOG: DAY 4
26 Mar 2021Cmdr Yeet
“WARNING! HEAT TEMPERATURE CRITICAL” comes over the ship’s speaker system. A small cloud of smoke billows from my control panel as I try to will the thrusters to accelerate. My efforts came at no avail, and amy ship sputters to a slow glide. The internal lights flicker on and off before the next alert “POWERPLANT SYSTEM CRITICAL... AUXILIARY POWER ACTIVATED..” Old faithful...the cobra is one of the most iconic ships in the galaxy. There was even a time that I’d even argue that it was the gold standard of vessels but now I’m victim of its power plant placement... right in the front. The Courier’s afterburners must’ve fried something . “LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEM CRITICAL...OXYGEN DEPLETION..TEN MINUTES” I try to keep a cool head as I work to establish coms. “ This is commander Thomas, any Falcons receiving this message I’ve taken heavy damage! all systems CRITICAL I repeat ALL SYSTEMS CRITICAL!” I receive only static as a response. I always thought I’d die in the fire of battle, being honored and remembered for being valiant not because the dock heads at my planetary settlement did a half assed job on my repairs...I pick up the receiver, “This is Commander Thomas of the Shadow Falcons does ANYBODY read??” Nothing comes back, the only response is from my ship “LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEM CRITICAL...OXYGEN DEPLETION..EIGHT MINUTES” I slam my fists on the control panel with every enraged word “Fucking. Piece. Of . SHIT!!” I gather myself and flop back into my pilots chair and except my fate soon to come “I’m gonna die out here...”