Logbook of the Stormrunner: Entry 004
03 Dec 2024Stanford Teverell
Begin Voice PlaybackCMDR Log zero-zero-four. Current date is Wednesday, 3rd of December, 3310. Earth-Time: 1610.
It was an eventful few days. I've outfitted The Stormrunner to carry more people, at the sacrifice of a good fuel scoop and a cargo bay. I can carry almost fifty souls, now. I'm afraid it still won't be enough... these Thargoids are getting ballsy. I get hyperdicted every single time I leave Sol with a full load of refugees and they immediately attack with stronger weapons. Made it out of one instance with 32% hull remaining. I've a feeling this invasion will only get worse as time goes on, with Titan Cocijo making its way to the heart of humanity. I'm currently on my way to Rescue Ship Cornwallis, with 48 souls on board. I can hear the poor sods cheering from up here...
[Stanford paused shortly, sighing deeply.]
I must not fail. After my first few refugee runs, I decided to up the ante. Give The Stormrunner, my pride and joy, the upgrades she deserves. I met with an old friend I made contact with years ago, CMDR Melyni Shade. She's doing well for herself. Got herself a huge fuck-off fleet carrier and offered to help me gather the materials needed for my upgrades. Spent the entire day getting samples from far-off systems that I never even knew existed. I'm grateful to her. It was because of her guidance I was able to get upgraded thrusters for my ship, boosting her to over 500 meters-per-second on a single boost. Already helps in evading the Thargoids, but it doesn't seem to bother some opportunistic pirates. I'll never know why--
[There was a sudden sound in the cockpit, a whine upturned; the familiar sound of an interdiction from supercruise. Stanford let out a sharp exhale, springing into action. Clamors of people could be heard from below. Screams of children, crying babies, and the yelling of desperate men divulged into a cacophony of panicked voices. In seconds, it was over, and the explosion of a sudden drop of supercruise clamored the cockpit. The ship's AI spoke: "Scan Detected."]
No. You'll have to chase me down, bastard.
[The hum of The Stormrunner's engine boost shot through the cockpit. The moans of metal creaked and sounded throughout the ship. The ship's AI spoke once more: "Warning! Under Attack! Incoming Missile!" The ship's alarm sounded and the recording cuts abruptly.]
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