Hi. Got my butt well and truly saved tonight by the Fuel Rats. I promised them out of respect to their endeavours to submit my story to the newsletter. Ive also posted this on the Mobius exploration Fb page.
Please consider adding this to the next newsletter. It's a cautionary tale for all explorers regardless of experience and also shows how dedicated the Fuel Rats are in their duty to us.
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+++ Cmdr Richard Voorheez signing on +++
I was tired.
Dead tired.
I had been jumping tired from a high plain position directly above SagA*. A high plane position 4kly above the galactic meridian. My destination was the new station 'Explorers Anchorage' a station myself and fellow Distant Worlds 2 Cmdr's had helped make a reality.
I am an experienced explorer, hell I'm triple Elite Cmdr so we don't ever make mistakes, right?
Wrong. Dead wrong.
First mistake: Scoop at every star. I had not been scooping at every star, my nav computer had been faithfully plotting a route to the new station 'Explorers Anchorage' for me and I had not been factoring in the damage neutron star boosting had done to my FSD: it was critically damaged and had entered the unsafe zone below the 90% integrity mark.
Second mistake, and the most deadly one: Keep an eye on FSD integrity. My FSD was damaged and as a result had dumped me unceremoniously into a non scoopable star system, a T Tauri star system to be exact. I had enough fumes and fuel to get me to a scoopable system 3ly away. This was the last coherent thought my semi alert brain registered before I fell asleep, at full speed, in the warm soothing hypnotic embrace of Supercruise.
Third mistake: Don't ever fly tired. I fell asleep and awoke 300Kls away from the main star. I checked if I could jump...No way, no stars in range, so I adopted emergency protocols:
-Drop out of supercruise: already done
-Turn off all systems and modules except Life support: check
-Call the Fuel Rats on an emergency channel: check.
Then I heard that awful sound..the sound no explorer wants to hear when exploring...
Power failure
All Modules off
Emergency life support engaged...
7 minutes 30 seconds until hypoxic death.
7 minutes 29
7 minutes 28
Crap.
In a not so calm voice I called the Fuel Rats and awaited their response. I synthesized O2 to keep me from death, it's the only thing I could do and it worked: 20 minutes later I heard the calm, cool, salvation heralding voice of Cmdr Alex1973 asking for a wing invitation and prompting me to activate my wing beacon.
Fuel limpets brought life to my cold dark Anaconda.
Fuel limpets allowed my Remloc to disengage from emergency protocols.
Fuel limpets allowed me to breathe the familiar air of my home away from home.
Fuel Rats allowed me to jump to safety.
Thank God. Thank the Fuel Rats.
The Fuel Rats saved my tired complacent butt tonight. Lesson learned: watch your FSD integrity, scoop at every star and don't ever never fly tired.
Thanks Cmdr Alex1973 and thanks Fuel Rats. You are genuine salvations.
+++ Cmdr Richard Voorheez signing off +++