Lost and found at the edge of the darkness....
06 Jan 2016Larzok82
Slowly things are becoming more clear. Like recovering from a night of heavy drinking. Except this night has lasted.... That can't be right... My Chronometer must be broken.... Weeks? *log paused*I've looked through my Nav Logs and it appears I've been a lot busier than usual in these past weeks. There is a name scratching at the back of my mind, but it is fading. The longer I sit here on the outer edge of this sucking emptiness the clearer my mind becomes... What the hells have I been doing? *log paused*
These old comm logs are making about as much sense as the Nav logs. After digging deeper it appears I have started a cult. How did this happen? My last clear memory is of picking up.... a.... THE NIP! Scanning quickly through my logs I find this name everywhere....*log paused*
All of these logs are making less and less sense.... My IFF computer shows only a handful of friendly ships. This can't be right... There are hundreds of us... *log paused*
The strangeness continues. My combat logs are about 20 times longer than it usually is over a comparable time window. We've obviously been a busy and deadly group... This can't be right.... I need a nap. Maybe things will be clearer after... *log pause*
*Encrypted Communication incoming from DrunkRenegade*
So much for that nap... this message makes about as much sense as anything else that I've been seeing today. The time stamp can't be right..... Where the hell am I that it has 200 comms relay tags attached..... *log paused*
3,609 LYs from the bubble.... I came... I came out here with Pilot... I remember that now... But he's no where on the sensors... No wreckage of an Anaconda... He must have made it safely out of this crazy nebula.... I can't tell if it's the gravitational stresses or something else but my body buzzes... My nose itches, and I'm experiencing auditory hallucinations.... I've looked all over the inside of the Nomad.... I have no stow aways, but I keep hearing it... Echoing off the inside of my skull... The meowing... I know the word but I don't know why. I feel a slight loss, but again I don't know why.... This black hole is doing something to me, and I don't know if I like it.
I need to get back to Saunders's.. Maybe the trip back will provide some answers to some of these nagging questions...Hopefully the me that is writing this, is the same me that will land at the Dive...Judging from my logs... There have been atleast 2 of me.... The me writing this, the confused me.... And this other me, who seems to be calling himself High Priest of the Meow, the apparently psychotic me... It's a long trip, I've never been this far out before and the route back doesn't look easy... I can't let anything distract me on the way back.... No matter how tempting that sound in my head is, or how strong it gets as I fly away from this black hole...I wish I had payed more attention to that "signs of space madness" pamphlet.
*Frame Shift Drive Charging*