The Commander And The Visitor
09 Jun 2017WolfLDrakarn
My curiosity for the aliens and these 'Barnacles' had taken a hold of me once more. After hearing of the new encounter - where the aliens, so far known as Thargoids, were interacting with the mysterious organic-like structures, nicknamed: 'Barnacles'. Like how they would scan our ships, they would use the same giant, green beam, but upon the Barnacles. Wether these Barnacles are a refuelling station or simply a mine-like structure as to where they then collect from, we don't yet know for certain.I was around the Maia system when I had heard of these new interactions being made by both these mysterious beings, the Thargoids and Barnacles alike. Being so close, I just had to look for myself and surely, after several jumps to the Pleiades Sector OI-T C3-7, I had found what I came for. At the planet A6, I had located myself a double Barnacle at the coordinates of: -42.7785, -21.7145. When I first arrived, it was silent... no Thargoid presence, no mysterious beam, nothing. But then... whilst driving around the Barnacles, collecting myself some Meta-Alloys for a friend and fellow CMDR, the lights of my SRV... shut off and from the sky, they came... the Thargoid, flower-like shaped vessel of unknown origins, descending down upon my location.
Quickly enough, I watched as the great, green beam erupted from the overhead vessel, striking deep within the Barnacle, (no innuendo intended) as it was carrying out this act, my SRV was slowly pulled in having been so close to begin with.
"Hull, critical." I had heard, as the little rover had been destroyed. Getting back to the Bardawulf Eclipse, my Anaconda at the time of this writing, had been slowly pulled into the green light, arse first, also. Before any damage could occur however, the Thargoid vessel and it's giant, F-off beam... had left, vanishing into what we believe to be Witch Space.
Later on, I was joined by several other CMDRs and together, the seven of us acted like winged and very drunk birds with wheels, driving around like bumper carts into one another, someone having their SRV sometimes destroyed on the odd crash. I was later then re-joined with two friends and fellow CMDRs: SBK and HashBacon.