CMDR's log, Rojo Habe: 16:32, 07 September 3304
Well.
As disastrous situations go, that was pretty disastrous.
I knew what was going to happen: certain as death and taxes, but I wanted to finish my expedition on the Gnosis like I started it, and that’s what I’ve done.
I was so certain that this was how it would turn out, but somehow I still had hope that it wouldn’t: that something wonderful would happen. I don’t know, maybe we’d get lost in space, like Jaques, and Halsey before him, and gain some insight into what really happened. In both cases they seemed to have had some otherworldly experience and talked about “lights” in some mystical way, and then subsequently changed their story and gone all David Icke (20th Century crackpot, look him up) and said something along the lines of “sorry about that, I went a bit mad but I’m fine now”.
Yes, that would have been fine, to find out what really went on there. All sorts of things might have turned out to be an adventure but no, we get hyperdicted by angry insects because we kicked their nest, and now we’re wondering why they’re no longer mildly disinterested, if a little opportunistic (see my log entry of October 10th, last year), but intent on our destruction wherever and whenever they see us.
The Pilots Federation can have their little war with the Thargoids but I’m not interested, so I got out of there post haste, and am now on my way back to the bubble to finish honing my shiny new Krait, with the temporary (and slightly Argonian, to my ear) moniker of Work-in-Progress, to see if she’ll be up to the task of the upcoming Distant Worlds II expedition (and let’s pray that we haven’t upset the Thargoids so much by then that they harry us all the way to Beagle Point). If there’s time, I’ll head back out to meet up with the fleet at the remaining basecamps, but for now, landing on the Gnosis marked the official end of my DECE expedition.
CMDR Rojo Habe, signing off: 16:56, 07 September 3304