Entry 6. Geroge's Pride
09 Jan 2018Crzyrazr
I felt like I was in a fog. My head was pounding and even though my fever had been all over the place, I am able to send a com request to get approval to land. I couldn’t remember the day, or how long I had spent huddled in my little section of the ship. Shadow had assured me the plot was good and could foresee no problems with our next jump. Later I found out that it had been two weeks since my, no that’s no right, OUR encounter at Gulyaev Keep. The first few days after escaping things were normal, minus the pain in my leg from the cut that would become a reminder to always pay attention to my surroundings. Then the infection set in, and I realized quickly that my med skills weren’t quite as good as I had told myself they were. At some point during my fever induced jumps I had set up a route that was a little less strenuous and had set my feet on the path to George’s Pride in the Groombridge system. Apparently I had an idea of what to do when I got there but couldn’t tell you what it was.
The coms busted wide open as soon as we dropped in to the vicinity of the station, which I had forgotten was a planetary outpost. The insertion into the atmosphere jostled and shook me to the bone. Realizing quickly that I had forgotten to strap myself was a cost I would pay for by being thrown from my seat and subsequently smashing my now infected leg into the console. The explosion of pain was almost more than I could bear, things went blackish and I could feel myself fading. I managed to upright myself and send a request to land, which was promptly approved. I also heard that they had med crews standing by for my arrival. Shadow had taken the liberty of sending over a copy of my vitals and current health condition.
“Commander, I sent the request for the med team as I see that you’re vitals are erratic. My apologies.”
“It’s ok Shadow. Now if you don’t mind can you land and dock us? I think I …..” that was all I could manage to get out before becoming incoherent.
After a week of intensive care, I walked out of the med bay healthy. Although now I looked more like a cyborg than I would care to. The infection had been so bad that I had lost the leg just below the knee. I would have to learn to live with the idea of not having that part of my body. With technology the way it was, it was actually pretty simple. Everything can be hardwired and I mean everything. After just two days in rehab I had gotten the tech talk and the ability to walk and sprint as if I had not lost my leg at all.
Standing there looking at the battered engine baffles, the scorched plates, and the countless patches of repairs on the hull of my ship I remembered why I had set my sights here. It was a planetary outpost, in an independent system, and they had a shipyard.
“Shadow, how do you feel about Eagles?”