A Year of Searching
08 Apr 2020S. O'Brien
Kobayashi City, Anlave - 08 APR 3306Over a year since my last update. If there's anything I'm consistent at it's disappearing for an indeterminate amount of time.
When I last checked in I was on a search for Raxxla while interrupting some Civil Wars doing wet work for the Federation. At the time I had noted a system I couldn't find on the Galmap any more, nor in any archives around the net, that name (which I hid for some conspiratorial thinking) was "Hedack". My guess is that in my half asleep state I miss-wrote the name of a system near Tionisla (which I still can't seem to pin down), but either way the search really sent me off the deep end.
Over the last year I've gone diving through a couple hundred systems near Lave, fought a ton of ill-prepared battles, lost three wingmen... Sorry to the families of Yolanda Buchanan, Estafani Stout, and Derrick Rodriquez, all killed far too early in their lives when we were interdicted by Thargoids... We didn't stand a chance against the Hydra they sent at us. There is nothing I can do that would make up for those mistakes.
In the end none of the searching, fighting, and aimless wandering provided anything closer to a mythical planet. It mostly just served to lead me further away from what mattered and into what I have to describe as depression fueled conspiracy. Hell, at some point I fell into a wormhole of Eleusinian Mysteries thinking that The Dark Wheel and it's connections to The Pilots' Federation had named systems of importance after Greek Gods as a link to their home base... What super organization would do something like that? Insanity... Paranoia, drinking, and hazy memories basically ruled the last year and I'm certain nothing of value has been gained. Let's just say that the drafted logs of those times will stay drafts, and hopefully any trouble I got up to stays to local channels.
A New Start
Yet another new start for this commander. This time my goal is: Nothing. The galaxy is changing, for some not for the better, and that means things need doing. I've got Lightyears between me and Elite ranks in Combat and Trade, a mile between myself and a Federal Corvette, and epochs between now and the heat death of the universe. With all this time and space, there's a million things for me to do, and I should take my time to get some of them done.
For now, I'll fly casual and see what comes my way.
-S.
P.S. Oh how I missed these postscript messages. I've put some lightyears into my codex recently, there's still so much to see even after reaching Elite in Exploration:
