This wreck is a… wreck. We’ve set up a few titanium lines to hold ourselves out of the swampiness of the crash site. I kept feeling some other creature moving around inside the Vengeance, but, surprise! another centipede. I really don’t like them at all! I am also sad to say that, if we are getting paid by via salvage, we may be losing money. The drift drive is… corroded. The engineering section… everything is rusted through. We haven’t even been much past engineering. We will be blowing a hatch between sections to head towards the front of the ship. Or, maybe, a gentle knock on the hatch, and it will just fall off.
Crew Personal Logs
- The ice cream man is coming! 27 Neth, 325 AG
- The taste is gonna move you! 18 Neth, 325 AG
- woooo 30 Lamashan, 325 AG
- Talk to me, where are my detonators? 30 Lamashan, 325 AG
- Cause I’m radioactive 25 Lamashan, 325 AG
- Let me fly, far away from here, Fun, fun, fun, In the sun, sun, sun. 2 Lamashan, 325 AG
- Woo. 19 Rova, 325 AG