CMDR Debris44 Log 3303-05-02
02 May 2017Debris44
Spending so much time in the void alone is starting to get a little.....unsettling. The U.S.S. Westbrook is slowly making its way back to populated space; every fiber of my being is both resisting and welcoming this slow trudge back. I am running low on supplies (the human kind anyway) and I need to get these damn scanners upgraded. It's getting a bit mind-numbing waiting on the results of these archaic scans. Also, these engines are starting to feel like they've dulled their teeth from all this dust and debris. Last week, I landed on a moon in the Lagoon region and it felt so sluggish. Thought I was going to have to crawl in the bowels of the ship and start pulling out handfuls of space garbage to get her moving again.
It's been a long time since I've talked to or seen another human being. Talk about feeling disconnected. However, this is what I promised my father I'd do. Take this ship out, and explore.
Hopefully, by 3303-05-05 I'll be back in the realm of humanity again and can kick off these boots in a real bed back at spacedock.
I've started communicating with a group known as Deep Recon X. Explorers. Honestly, being a part of something a bit greater than myself feels like a worthy cause for a change. I'll try to meet up with a few of them when I get this bucket cleaned up and turn in my data disks from this last trip.
Also....I can't wait for a sip of brandy again. I ran out of my last bottle 3 months ago.
Life is hard.
End log.