Waypoint 1: The Four Corners.
01 Aug 2020"Red" the Pirate
Welp. I've made it. To my first stop, anyway. Saved a copy of a map of all the locations of the DSSA carriers, deployed or otherwise. This one showed up as not deployed, but had set out by the time of my "accident". 900+ jumps, several undiscovered Earth-likes, a fuel-rats call, a nasty crash-landing, and a helluva gamble later, I've finally made it to the Four Corners Monument.As predicted, I wasn't quite able to fix everything. I was able to fire up the shield generator, but the shield boosters, FSD booster, fighter hanger, and AFMs are still completely wrecked. I might be able to fix the AFMU by myself with some of the spare parts lying around, but everything else is gonna need to be addressed at the core.
And instead of bothering to fix the fighter hanger I've decided to sell it off entirely now, well... because...
My crewmate, Sidney Manning... he's.... gone. I couldn't figure it out in time. Must've been something with that thargoid witchspace conduit that messed him up real bad, but no amount of nano-treatments seemed to work. He didn't even show any symptoms until a few Klys away from where we popped out. I and my other crewmate, [REDACTED] didn't seem to be affected none. Probably due to my nanomachines and that [REDACTED]'s actually a [DATA EXPUNGED]. But Sid wasn't. He was pure, flesh and blood human. The only one I could actually stand being around.
His "condition" only worsened from there. At 600 jumps to go, I had to confine him to quarters, as he couldn't even stand anymore. At 400, he became unresponsive, and the panic began setting it. At just 200lys from the carrier, he finally succumbed to the sickness, and I had to finally pronounce him dead. It's not like anyone on this carrier could do anything for him anyway. If my nanomachines couldn't cure him, then I highly doubt anything will.
After he died, I put him in one of the spare escape pods we had onboard, and carried him to the carrier for a proper "space burial". I couldn't find the strength to do it myself, so, I let the carrier crewmen do it instead. All that was left was to terminated the contract. I've never found it so hard to press a button this much in my
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Being out in the black for so long has given me plenty of time to think this whole thing over. The more I think about it, the more that this entire situation seems to bear all the hallmarks of an assassination attempt. The modifications, the drive malfunctions, the fact that one of my crewmembers has already died from it, all of it. Maybe the Club's been trying to get rid of me? I've known Palin for too long, he sounded pretty certain of his findings. Even my own head-software said he wasn't lying. So either he was real good at hiding the fact he was lying, the Club held him at gunpoint, or if they fed him misinformation has yet to be determined. One thing's for damn certain though...
Someone's going to answer for this. One way, or another.
Welp, that's enough venting for now. Gonna hunker down here for the next few days, take my mind off things.
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Aw, screw it. Did that cmdr put a gin bar anywhere on this thing?
Again, another copy-paste from here.