A Bowmans Brabble.

Finicky Ferret

Finicky Ferret
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It's the twenty second of March, thirty-three 'oh wun, four-fourty Zulu.

This is my initial entry, we'll call it zero zero wun.

I'm taking a bit of time off my most recent jaunt though the cosmos to recuperate, and by recuperate I mean make another pot of tea. I'm currently... *a few taps on the navi-board wurr in the background* ...Only six hundred and sixty-three point seven Lightyears away from Sol, and plus five Skips away from my current lock on: The core of the Eskimo Nebula.
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This trip has netted me the ability to plant my flag on more than one system, assuming I can make it back before someone else claims it, and the opportunity to see the galaxy in what I can only describe as breathtaking.
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'Ol Lucky Duck, this slightly more than gingerly used Hauler of mine, has worked flawlessly for a budget bowman like myself. Other than me trying to kill the both of us with via a hydrogen headbutt(or two, sorry girl...), I've found a few systems on this trip I think you should take a gander at, if you haven't already:

First isHIP 63835.
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As you can see here; three Holes, fourteen Stars, two Jovian, and even a candidate for terraforming. Truly falling into the monolith on this system. The dataminers will be quick to shorten your trip coreward for this juicy bit, if you're not careful.

Second is HIP 47296.
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This fun system is another amazing find. With fourteen Stars, and two Holes(which make up the second part of this binary system, very tricky to find without a Lay-Z-Boy), this is another cash comet's dream. Just be prepared to the the bowmans boogie. *Kettle sounds in the background* Welp, looks like I'm signing off for now. I'll update when I approach the nebula. Feel free to ping me anytime and drop me a postcard. I'm always looking to escape the grind, and the gorgonic gaze of the abyss for a moment. Heck maybe we can share some Indi-Bourbon.

'Til next time, Cecil Out.


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Finicky Ferret

Finicky Ferret
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Alright. Its now six fifty-seven, log zero zero two.

I've just caught glimpse of my first Neutron star, which for me is exciting, but we'll get to that in a moment... *Cecil clears his throat. Pouring is heard dimly though the distortion.* ...The last of the Bourbon... Unfortunate... *Sipping* Welp, this is what I have for you before I race back to the core.

This is GCRV 4981:
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The first thing you'll notice is how large and in charge the Alpha star is. It took me for a shock, Shouldn't have, but it did. There are no rocks to tag here, which is mildly upsetting, but the view...
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Everything is sort of stuck inside the Nebulas colorful gas discharge. It's a nice change of pace, and took me a moment to remember what I was here for, tagging that Hole.
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See here how the Black Hole bends the light around it? It's mass is so dense that not even light itself can escape its pull. Science. *Distorted sipping.*

Once I bagged the , I started plotting a course back coreward, but I found something interesting...
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...A system with a Neutron Star that was only a few jumps away! Jolly good!
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Perhaps I'm going Columbo, but for my first glimpse at a Neutron, most assuradly worth the hassle. I need to get the Lucky Duck back in for some maintenance, but I'm sure I'll see you in the void.

Cecil Out.


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Finicky Ferret

Finicky Ferret
A new objective.

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*Rummaging is heard over the recording* Here we go. It's nineteen fourty-four, twenty-five March, thirty-three oh-one, log zero zero three. Due to some recklessness I picked a poor route coreward, and paid the price, one-hundred and fifty Kay to be exact. I was interdicted in the twilight zone, just outside of the COL 285 Sector. Data miners must have intercepted my transmissions and knew a pretty penny when they saw it. I rode the bronco, and almost made the escape vector. Almost. 2 Sidys and a 'Connie made quick work of my hull, sending me drifting in my escape pod along with my wreckage. I had the pleasure of watching them collect my explorations and off. *A breathy sigh faintly falls from the receiver*

Alas, All is well. Sure, it was all for nothing, but I did take copious notes, and if I ever decide to head back in that direction, I'll know just where to look. However there's something else that has caught my curiosity, The Hole; the Pilgrimage, the center of the galaxy, my lock on. I've not made the trip to Sagittarius A*(Saga) yet, and I imagine it will take someone like myself like me a short forever, but it needs to happen. I ache for it now. I'm on the hunt, and I think the Lucky Duck MkII is just as excited.
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See you out in the void. Cecil out.
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Finicky Ferret

Finicky Ferret
----Warning... Warning... Warning... War----

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*Klaxons sounding* Ugghh. I know Lucky... I know. Log zero zero four. Time is ten eleven, March twenty-eighth. I've had another spot of misfortune on my adventure to The Hole. While doing the bowmans boogie, a power coupler failed in the thruster module, pulling me from 428 cees. *A breathy sigh faintly falls from the receiver* I don't know how I still have my eyeballs, the gees where tremendous. The stop was so violent that my canopy cracked. Normally a little mechanical issues wouldn't keep me out of the ink, but being reminded every time you look outside that you could be spaced at any minute is a tad unnerving.

Its not all bad news here however. I've planted the flag on my first chunk of Terra at COL 359 Sector MO-H d10-57 A 7. I can't wait until we can name our own planets. I'd name him Rupert...

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Log zero zero four and a half. Its been a few hours, but wanted to share that I did in fact make it back in one piece. The Lucky Duck Mark Dos is getting her modules overhauled and her belly waxed, and I'm sitting in Cary Ports famous(ly terrible) pub, enjoying the best bourbon they offer(which is well, at best). This little misadventure netted me two point eight mil credits before my planted flags which brought the total up to a staggering three and a half mil clean! I raise my glass to all the Bowmen whom gaze into the ink:

To a good grind, and a long one. A fast ship, and a strong one. A pretty Janeway, and a nice one. To a fine drink, and another one.

Cheers!

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