Friday Jan 24, 2003

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********Deep Space Log- 4th Entry*********

I seem to have lost control over the ship. It is changing course gradually without responding to any of my commands.

Ive been trying to enter cargo bay for 3 days now- perhaps Ill be able to access the mainframe circuits from over there. It proves more difficult then I thought- a new lock was fitted to the door without my knowledge- probably while in Star Command HQ.
I do not know why this was not reported to me, but there is no use in frustration right now.

Meanwhile- I started running a coordinate simulator through the auxiliary computer in order to try and understand where I am and how I got here. It would take a few days before its done.

I shall record this log in real time from now on- its important that no information is lost in case I wont make it back- something like this can not happen again.


TSGrooverider signing off.

********End Transmission***************
VIEW 13 of 13 COMMENTS
magxc:
the anger thing's weird - i am dr david banner. heheheh.
how's the intergalatic adventuring going?
maelwys:
The ship jolted, startling Abbadon out of a pleasant whiskey induced coma. Amazed at waking up in his quarters, let alone his bunk, he lay somewhat disorientated for a moment.
'Whats going on....Oh, right. Something about a message, some co-ordinates for a lost package. Hmmm, that was it. And before my mid day snooze, Deejay was gonna set the ship on course so we could have a gander.'
He managed to get upright on the third attempt and hastily swallowed a detox pill. With his head a bit clearer now, he ambled his way to the bridge to check up on his partners progress.

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Darlek hastily punched buttons, boosting shield power courtesy of some highly unstable, and illegal, mods. A vitriolic green flash illuminated the bridge as lethal energy splashed over the over the hull. A screen lit
up displaying minor damage reports in 7 compartments. This was not good. It got worse. As the craft erratically dodged attack, the bridge doors opened, revealing an amazingly sober Abbadon

'Hey guv, whats going on. Are we there yet?'

'Weeeell, no, somethings cropped up' Darlek began with a due sense of dread, realising that Abbadon would probably enjoy the current situation, thinking it's a laugh

Another blast rocked the ship, sending Abbadon headfirst into a supply locker door

'SHIT! And I'm not even pissed!' He staggered upright again rubbing his forehead. 'Who the hells attacking us? That arsehole Garsh?' Abbadon quickly sat down and strapped into the secondary control chair to avoid further head trauma

'We're in Alaret, heading towards whats left of the rebel asteroid base. I hoped to get into their mainframe and then onto the military networks, but..'

Abbadon quickly checked out the scanners and logs. A large, military task force had invaded the system. Evidently the Government had got P.O. with the discontent minority and decided on drastic suppression. A battle cruiser, attendant corvettes and support craft had converged on the asteroid field and, to put it in the vernacular, blown the fucking shit out of it. Detritus floated in the void; shards of rock, metal and assorted wobbly bits drifted aimlessly amongst escape pods, shuttles and converted cargo vessels. His and Darleks ship had arrived in the middle of the mess, and to boot, fully in the targeting sphere of the blasted, big-arse cruiser that was currently attempting to turn them into meat and metal pate.

'Right' Addadon said, cracking open a tinnie, 'No problem, this calls for a blend of extreme cunning
and total violence'

'Oh fuck, not again' replied Darlek


[Edited on Jan 29, 2003]

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