Entry 010: [Lost in Space]

LOCATION: Unknown space, somewhere between The View and Cycladia
REPORT TYPE: Expeditionary Update

Captain's Log.

So. We're lost.
FSD is damaged, navicomputer not tracking our position. We've had no word from Pallaeni in....days? Weeks? How long have we been out here? Without functioning electronics it's hard to tell. We're currently only able to travel in normal space, which feels unimaginably slow compared to our previous rate of travel. Keve is busy trying to figure out where we are using only a telescope, star charts, and what records he was able to salvage from the broken computer. Adam's doing his best to repair the FSD without much of a team, with only Katha to help him. He mentioned something earlier about the repair really needing a full crew, and even then it would take several days. With only the two of them, there's no telling how long it will take. Luckily, we received the map to waypoint 7 before the computers died, so if we ever get underway again we'll be able to continue the journey.

We're still not entirely sure what happened. Whether we'd been followed from Pallaeni, or whether it was a more recent development we don't know, though Murph had reported that she had picked up a few weird blips on the maps in the days before the attack.

Well, 'attack' might not be the right word. There was no weapon fire. And we never saw another pilot.

We had been traveling a few days out from the last waypoint, that being The View, when we registered a distress signal not far from the location of our last jump. Heading towards the signal, we got a few more readings regarding it via Murph's computer. The signal was also equipped with a voice recording stating that the source of the signal was a cargo ship that had been attacked by pirates. They reported multiple hull breaches and several crew members dead or injured, including the captain.

Upon dropping into normal space at the distress beacon location, we saw the wreckage of a ship and began scanning for lifeforms and a black box. For a few minutes, everything seemed in order, but then there was a clunk on the hull and a few minutes after our COVAS alerted us that our FSD was charging, and moments later we were rocketing off into the Void, faster than I think any of us have seen the FSD work before. As the Frameshift began, the hull began to shake and all the lights on the console began to blink and flash, screens flickering, and controls began switching themselves on and off, and then on again. We could do nothing but sit back and watch as whatever-it-was took control of our ship and sent us hurtling into unknown space.

We dropped violently into normal space, and I was sure I heard glass crack somewhere. We sprang into action, checking all systems, and Adam rushed into the rear of the ship to check on the engine systems. We quickly found that none of the computer systems were functional, and only very basic flight controls were still online. We had also lost contact with GalNet, all communication systems, and our COVAS was in dire need of repairs.

That has been the situation for....and eternity it feels like. We've made some progress, and Murph says we should be reconnected to GalNet. So I'm writing up a report in the hopes that this will at least help pilots in future who encounter this problem. Adam tells me that the FSD systems aren't beyond repair, so we should be underway soon, with any kind of luck at all.

[LOG END]

Entry 009: [The Road Continues]

LOCATION:  Blue Thua DP-A C3 System, Anarchic Space, Inner Orion Spur
REPORT TYPE: Expeditionary Update

Captain's Log.
The expedition has been going well. We are currently orbiting the main star of the Blue Thua DP-A C3 system to refuel. We've gotten quite good at fuel scooping, learning to manage the length of the process, though it still takes about 20 minutes to fill our reserves. The ahead team has fully established the base in the Orion Nebula, which so we will hopefully be able to rest upon arriving, at least for a time. 

We've been staving off boredom by alternating between listening to the Distant Radio frequency, and by going through a log audiobooks. We've made it through almost a decade of literature in the last week, and have settled into an anthology of rather unsettling fiction by someone by the name of H. P. Lovecraft. It's enjoyable, but it does tend to make you paranoid to hear about ancient aliens when flying through the vast expanse of space. 

Murph received a transmission from Pallaeni a day ago, presumably from the team back at the station. They've been working to uncover more information about the pirate attacks, but they don't seem optimistic. We've wished them luck, and requested that they keep us up to date with the goings-on back in the system. 

Our next destination is Blue Thua KK-Z B2, and from there on to the Omega Nebula. With any luck, the journey shouldn't take long, though it seems to be stretching out forever at this rate. 


SUPPLEMENTAL: We have just received word from the team in Pallaeni again, saying that the station was attacked by pirates. It's surprising that the pirates would actually be bold enough to attack a station, so there must be something more going on. We briefly debated turning back, but we're so far out that there's no way we would arrive in time to be any help. We're sending word to any allies in the area that could possibly lend any aid. 

[LOG END]