After putting off the initial desire to see the unknown, Iv'e finally set out and am in the Coal sack Nebula. I was going to use a DBX as I played one for a while and loved it, but instead chose to go back to the Asp as it has more internal compartments. Only flew about 660 LY to get there so it's not far from the starting area, and have found that there are lots of people that have come this way already, though I'm hopeful that when I'm done with this expedition I'll have my name on a few planets in this area of the galaxy. So far there are a lot of metal rich planets in the beginning systems I have jumped into, but we will see how that pans out as the expedition continues.
CMDR's Log: "It's spooky here, light doesn't behave right, everything is dimmer, yet there is vibrancy in this nebula as well, very contradictory I know. I hope to find more metal rich planets that are suitable for deep space mining operations, perhaps Project horizon's will find some of the planet's surface's will be worth mining too, not just the belts and rings. I must say, those that come after and set foot, and tire on these planet's surfaces will be of a braver kind. There's no telling what moves in the dark down there, the dust particles in the nebula's core that obstructs the light may hide darker things planet side yet. My father was a spacer before me, talked a lot about the dark spaces of the galaxy he had seen, and as time continued, the places that were once the unknown darkness of space, became outposts and hubs. He used to tell me as space continued to be charted and explored, he longed to keep going into the unknown, driven possibly mad by "Space madness" as they say. The last time I saw him he chose one last time to reach out into deep space, in search of the unknown. He was in his fifty's, and the last words he spoke to me stay in my mind as I choose the the same fate. He quoted a favorite writer of his "Conrad" I believe was his name. my father said "It was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice". Smiling he said "I've chosen deep space as my nightmare, she can be a cruel mistress, or a loving wife. So I chose the latter. In the end, she'll embrace my return with open arms"
So here I am, further than my father before me ever traveled, though only he knows for sure. As I stare out my asp's cockpit window at the speckled stars, darkness, and the vibrant pink clouds that paint the canvas of this nebula, I mull his final words, the words of Joseph Conrad.
"It was written I should be Loyal to the nightmare of my choice."
End Personal Log
CMDR's Log: "It's spooky here, light doesn't behave right, everything is dimmer, yet there is vibrancy in this nebula as well, very contradictory I know. I hope to find more metal rich planets that are suitable for deep space mining operations, perhaps Project horizon's will find some of the planet's surface's will be worth mining too, not just the belts and rings. I must say, those that come after and set foot, and tire on these planet's surfaces will be of a braver kind. There's no telling what moves in the dark down there, the dust particles in the nebula's core that obstructs the light may hide darker things planet side yet. My father was a spacer before me, talked a lot about the dark spaces of the galaxy he had seen, and as time continued, the places that were once the unknown darkness of space, became outposts and hubs. He used to tell me as space continued to be charted and explored, he longed to keep going into the unknown, driven possibly mad by "Space madness" as they say. The last time I saw him he chose one last time to reach out into deep space, in search of the unknown. He was in his fifty's, and the last words he spoke to me stay in my mind as I choose the the same fate. He quoted a favorite writer of his "Conrad" I believe was his name. my father said "It was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice". Smiling he said "I've chosen deep space as my nightmare, she can be a cruel mistress, or a loving wife. So I chose the latter. In the end, she'll embrace my return with open arms"
So here I am, further than my father before me ever traveled, though only he knows for sure. As I stare out my asp's cockpit window at the speckled stars, darkness, and the vibrant pink clouds that paint the canvas of this nebula, I mull his final words, the words of Joseph Conrad.
"It was written I should be Loyal to the nightmare of my choice."
End Personal Log
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