Found In Space
Dec 2, 2023 21:28:51 GMT -5
Post by October Raven on Dec 2, 2023 21:28:51 GMT -5
Captain's Log: Spacedate... um... I don't know. Saturday, I think?
I'm still not sure why I decided to follow the spatial anomaly I've called the "Big Rip". All I know is that when I'm not avoiding the Council of Alien Warships in Space, I'm thinking of finding the Big Rip. I've been getting weird dreams too. About trying to find... someone. Someone I feel like I should remember. Not my usual dreams of Babeliens wearing nothing but spacepaint.
Locking into the anomaly was harder than I thought. Pretty sure I made a wrong turn at Space Albuquerque. And there was that whole thing about having to play Space Blackjack to earn a lasersword crystal. At least I was able to just persuade the champion to give up. And I had to take a couple shipment jobs, gotta keep the space bills paid. Anyway I'm getting close to the Big Rip. Heat shields are holding up against the atmosphere and I should land...
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Ow. Okay. We uh... just landed. My calculations were a bit off I guess. My sensors can't make heads or tails on this planet. Says it's called "Dirt" but that can't be right. I seem to be in the wilderness, breathable atmosphere, and hey there's even vegetation. Whatever this Big Rip is, it better be worth a fortune, because I'm not entirely sure I can afford repairs. I'll get a quote from a mechanic once I go into town. Seems I'm in a colony sector called New York and the nearest settlement... is also called New York. Guess they're not very original here. But hey, if they're from Space York originally, they're sure to know how to repair a hyperlander.
Anyway, I better get off. Trusty Sawed-Off Plasma Shotgun, check. Also Trusty Lasersword, check. Sometimes Trusty Wisecracking robot assistant...
...Dammit I knew I forgot something when I left home.
Well, at least I'll have some quiet on my way to the Rip.
Xander Starr, Superstar Space Outlaw From Space, Signing Out.
I'm still not sure why I decided to follow the spatial anomaly I've called the "Big Rip". All I know is that when I'm not avoiding the Council of Alien Warships in Space, I'm thinking of finding the Big Rip. I've been getting weird dreams too. About trying to find... someone. Someone I feel like I should remember. Not my usual dreams of Babeliens wearing nothing but spacepaint.
Locking into the anomaly was harder than I thought. Pretty sure I made a wrong turn at Space Albuquerque. And there was that whole thing about having to play Space Blackjack to earn a lasersword crystal. At least I was able to just persuade the champion to give up. And I had to take a couple shipment jobs, gotta keep the space bills paid. Anyway I'm getting close to the Big Rip. Heat shields are holding up against the atmosphere and I should land...
wnfikanefgo3egj3oijeoigjroigj399393
Ow. Okay. We uh... just landed. My calculations were a bit off I guess. My sensors can't make heads or tails on this planet. Says it's called "Dirt" but that can't be right. I seem to be in the wilderness, breathable atmosphere, and hey there's even vegetation. Whatever this Big Rip is, it better be worth a fortune, because I'm not entirely sure I can afford repairs. I'll get a quote from a mechanic once I go into town. Seems I'm in a colony sector called New York and the nearest settlement... is also called New York. Guess they're not very original here. But hey, if they're from Space York originally, they're sure to know how to repair a hyperlander.
Anyway, I better get off. Trusty Sawed-Off Plasma Shotgun, check. Also Trusty Lasersword, check. Sometimes Trusty Wisecracking robot assistant...
...Dammit I knew I forgot something when I left home.
Well, at least I'll have some quiet on my way to the Rip.
Xander Starr, Superstar Space Outlaw From Space, Signing Out.