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
- Red-Red-Red Alert. Red Alert. Red-Red-Red Alert. 7 Lamashan, 326 AG
- woo! 29 Rova, 326 AG
- I’m outta my head without you 26 Rova, 326 AG
- I pity the fool! 12 Rova, 326 AG
- Be afraid. Be very afraid. 29 Arodus, 326 AG
- I’m drivin’ all night, just to keep the rat in the race 15 Arodus, 326 AG
- You got no line in an eight-bit town 28 Erastus, 326 AG