3309-04-13
14 Apr 2023CMDR 'Pacman'
Logbook Entry - Date: 3309-04-13Cmdr. Name: James 'Pacman' Riker
The day began with the heavy weight of a somber past. I found myself in the Muruidooges system, a place still reeling from the echoes of Thargoid fury. The space station bore the scars of the recent battle, a grim reminder of the unrelenting struggle we faced. My task was simple: to bring supplies and help repair the stations that had survived the onslaught.
In the quiet shadows of the station's bar, a local authority approached me, their voice tinged with equal parts hope and desperation. They spoke of a settlement, evacuated and shuttered during the invasion, its power grid cold and lifeless. It was up to me to restore the spark of life to this abandoned place. The bitter drink was slowly finished in quiet contemplation of the day ahead.
As I piloted my ship toward the settlement, I could feel the darkness of the void pressing in, a malevolent force that sought to snuff out the light of hope. The death and destruction brought by the Thargoid menace still hung heavy in the air. Journey was fraught with a strange tension, the black emptiness and quiescence a harbinger of the trials that awaited me.
Upon arriving, I found the settlement in shambles. A roving band of scavengers, vultures drawn to the carcass of the fallen, looted the remnants of humanity's efforts to repel the aliens. The air crackled with the electric scent of gunpowder and lasers, as I confronted these marauders in an intense, heart-pounding battle. It was not their lucky day. Their lives were forfeit, and the darkness claimed them.
Weaving through the labyrinth of deserted corridors, I made my way to the central core, a place that had once pulsed with life. In my hands, I held the key to the settlement's salvation: a power regulator I had stolen sometime in the distant past. As I placed it into the core, the lifeblood of electricity surged through the settlement, casting away the shadows of despair.
With the settlement restored, I returned to my ship, my heart aching with the bittersweet taste of victory. For every battle won, there were countless others that still needed to be fought. I knew that this was only the beginning of a long, arduous journey.
Fly dangerous, fellow commanders. The darkness may be vast, but our light will guide us home.
Cmdr. Riker, signing off