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Bacon Cats!
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Spent a little bit of time refamiliarizing myself with space, all those control surfaces that frequently find cats laying upon them. Was good, comforting to get some space under me again, wiggle my toes and look below them into the great black instead of the... Well, I can't say what was below me this whole time I've been gone. But I know I'll never forget all of the things I've done and the places I've been while away from The Lernaean, but after a few days in the yard for a clean and a tune (how DOES a ship, kept in a low-atmosphere hangar, get dusty exactly?) she was purring like she always did. Growling at high-speed turns and still filtering out all those flight controllers telling us to watch our speed in the docking corridor. Blasting past the slot at 240 is still a kick, no matter how many times I have to dodge one of those Orcas that seem to be everywhere now...
Ah, good times.
The galaxy seems to be booming again, surprising given the things that have loomed on the Horizon for so long. Still, a number of systems not too far from Sol were paying ludicrous amounts for simple goods, so I did a little ferrying and met a few faces, and paid Sol itself a trip before toasting ol' Dad and making the trip back out to Priva. The old offices are in a sorry state, but I suppose it's not entirely someone else's fault. I'm going to have to spend more time at the station here, keeping things in order and heads in line. Clearing up a few old fines, some of the newer bureaucracy that's built up has definitely left me with an appreciation for the deep. I only hope that what's coming will let us all coexist. Somehow I don't feel reassured.
Right. Closing this log. I swear these professional pen pushers can't do anything right...
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Well, it's been a fun couple days poking about all the new stuff, crashing into planets. Think it might be worth some time working out of Priva though. Can't hurt, at least! A few of the old (non-forum) faces are back with me. And if anyone's still about, drop by and fling me a yelp. I'd love to make contact with those Olde Bacon Cats of Yore.
Ah, good times.
The galaxy seems to be booming again, surprising given the things that have loomed on the Horizon for so long. Still, a number of systems not too far from Sol were paying ludicrous amounts for simple goods, so I did a little ferrying and met a few faces, and paid Sol itself a trip before toasting ol' Dad and making the trip back out to Priva. The old offices are in a sorry state, but I suppose it's not entirely someone else's fault. I'm going to have to spend more time at the station here, keeping things in order and heads in line. Clearing up a few old fines, some of the newer bureaucracy that's built up has definitely left me with an appreciation for the deep. I only hope that what's coming will let us all coexist. Somehow I don't feel reassured.
Right. Closing this log. I swear these professional pen pushers can't do anything right...
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Well, it's been a fun couple days poking about all the new stuff, crashing into planets. Think it might be worth some time working out of Priva though. Can't hurt, at least! A few of the old (non-forum) faces are back with me. And if anyone's still about, drop by and fling me a yelp. I'd love to make contact with those Olde Bacon Cats of Yore.
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Commander's Log, star date... uh... Tuesday, November 29th. If I'm going to open with a really obscure old vid reference, I suppose I should invent star dates too.
Took a trip out into the deeps, got back to Priva two days ago. Nice to have a proper sandwich with actual bread and actual bacon instead of nutritionally balanced reconstituted, textured algae paste. Sure it's individually prepared for a healthy body and very mass-prudent for long voyages, but after four weeks of the stuff it's hard to not want to just shoot the first thing that bleep-bloops at me. I think my sanity, not to mention my cat Magick, are both grateful I pack a couple packages of tuna and a cannister of black tea leaves on the off chance I find a planetoid with gravity enough to have a star-lit picnic. Still, it's probably a good thing BCAT-3 "Beholder" doesn't pack anything more dangerous than low-emission thrusters. Algae aside though, the news that began filtering in once I got a little nearer than the 10,628 light years I managed is... Alarming, to say the least. At first I thought my FSS was on the fritz, glitching up on signals all over the place. But no, those signals kept on triangulating right where I started working out they'd be, and then this news that they're slowing down as if they're a ship coming in to land.
Now, I'm probably over-reacting, and I can't say that I've ever paid much attention to their regulations or policy documents, but I decided to head over to Shinrarta Dezhra. Figured I might hear more, or maybe have some place a little safer for a ship or two than leaving everything in hangars in Priva. Thanks to dear ol' dad my Sister and I have had memberships in the Pilot's Federation since we were old enough to pick our cats up off the control surfaces of a Sidewinder, so gliding in was a breeze. Not even a bump, even if that flight controller thinks otherwise. The scratch was there before I arrived.
So, what are we to make of these things coming? I'm still catching up, but I can't be the only one to think Kingfisher was a really stupid idea. Sabotaged or just stupidity, parking up in the path of something like that and honking the horn in their face seems, to my instincts, to be close to trying to park on a black hole. Now precisely what these anomalies are is anybody's guess, and I've heard a few guesses in the past few hours on the comms chatter ranging from superweapon projectiles to armadas of Thargoids to some sort of Thargoid queen looking for vengeance. There's a whole lot of argument about the Proteus Wave experiment, and speculation about the various people involved. I'm rather glad I'm not involved, and haven't cared to go ruin-diving into these so-called 'Guardian' sites, nor digging up what, for all we know, are Thargoid incubators.
Curiosity's important, it drives us to new wonders and great achievements, but I feel like short-sightedness and ambition in some of our race consumes the reason and caution we still need. Almost like they've spent the past month eating textured algae paste. I really don't want another month-long voyage fueled by fragging algae paste if the whole bubble goes belly-up.
Have I mentioned I really hate algae paste?
Took a trip out into the deeps, got back to Priva two days ago. Nice to have a proper sandwich with actual bread and actual bacon instead of nutritionally balanced reconstituted, textured algae paste. Sure it's individually prepared for a healthy body and very mass-prudent for long voyages, but after four weeks of the stuff it's hard to not want to just shoot the first thing that bleep-bloops at me. I think my sanity, not to mention my cat Magick, are both grateful I pack a couple packages of tuna and a cannister of black tea leaves on the off chance I find a planetoid with gravity enough to have a star-lit picnic. Still, it's probably a good thing BCAT-3 "Beholder" doesn't pack anything more dangerous than low-emission thrusters. Algae aside though, the news that began filtering in once I got a little nearer than the 10,628 light years I managed is... Alarming, to say the least. At first I thought my FSS was on the fritz, glitching up on signals all over the place. But no, those signals kept on triangulating right where I started working out they'd be, and then this news that they're slowing down as if they're a ship coming in to land.
Now, I'm probably over-reacting, and I can't say that I've ever paid much attention to their regulations or policy documents, but I decided to head over to Shinrarta Dezhra. Figured I might hear more, or maybe have some place a little safer for a ship or two than leaving everything in hangars in Priva. Thanks to dear ol' dad my Sister and I have had memberships in the Pilot's Federation since we were old enough to pick our cats up off the control surfaces of a Sidewinder, so gliding in was a breeze. Not even a bump, even if that flight controller thinks otherwise. The scratch was there before I arrived.
So, what are we to make of these things coming? I'm still catching up, but I can't be the only one to think Kingfisher was a really stupid idea. Sabotaged or just stupidity, parking up in the path of something like that and honking the horn in their face seems, to my instincts, to be close to trying to park on a black hole. Now precisely what these anomalies are is anybody's guess, and I've heard a few guesses in the past few hours on the comms chatter ranging from superweapon projectiles to armadas of Thargoids to some sort of Thargoid queen looking for vengeance. There's a whole lot of argument about the Proteus Wave experiment, and speculation about the various people involved. I'm rather glad I'm not involved, and haven't cared to go ruin-diving into these so-called 'Guardian' sites, nor digging up what, for all we know, are Thargoid incubators.
Curiosity's important, it drives us to new wonders and great achievements, but I feel like short-sightedness and ambition in some of our race consumes the reason and caution we still need. Almost like they've spent the past month eating textured algae paste. I really don't want another month-long voyage fueled by fragging algae paste if the whole bubble goes belly-up.
Have I mentioned I really hate algae paste?