FTL Horror Stories – I’ll show you mine, if you…

[stcaFylnO]

Post things that go bump on the hull, keeping chests tight, breath held, and mice crushed.


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Stardate: 5-3-2-2018

Ship: Crystal Cruiser B (Carnelian)

Commanding Officer: stacFylnO

Organization: Crystalline Aeronautical & Space Administration (CASA)

Sponsor: Subset

Transcription from the Carmelian Incident:

The first day I saw our ship on the launcher, I was so excited; quad-teleport, candy apple red, cloak, and three intrepid crystalline voyagers all primed for adventure. We set out after assigning reasonable stations, I figured no one needed to man weapons, since we didn’t have ‘em anyway. It should be okay though.

I still remember Phil teasing Mara, “Weapons? Weapons? We don’ need no stinkin’ weapons!”

Aastead wanted to pilot and I had not objections. Phillips loved Scotty on Star Trek, so he volunteered as grease-engi. Reluctantly, Mara took shields; she really wanted to shoot, but I had to explain that our Crystal Vengeance would surely see us through; after all, CASA wouldn’t send us out just to die. At the time, I thought we trainees and our ship were far too valuable. Besides, the current heads of CASA, Mathew and Justin, are my friends and I trust them with my life. Hell, with my crew’s lives too.

As a precaution, I decided to spend our 30 scrap stipend. After discussing it, we voted. The winner was engines, since Mara was terrified of missile strikes. Her dad died that way, gasping in the cold. The terror behind her eyes, fully swayed everyone. I was the most pragmatic and figured 15 scrap might save us. Out of the affordable choices, 5% more evasion seemed the best bet. After all, its probably 50/50 we would meet missiles or lasers and we couldn't afford more shields. I thought about the cloak, but for 30 scrap, I’d rather use it more often, rather than longer. In the end, I doubted we would need any upgrade so soon, but better to be safe than sorry.

We jumped to the nearest point, since hostile contacts were so rare in the area. To our surprise, we found a magnificent red star. Everyone wanted to hit the observation deck, but I insisted we take turns, just as a precaution.

Then it happened. Alarms blared as an Auto-Scout glided into view like an ominous crawk. For the uninitiated, a crawk, is a fearsome avian predator from our homeworld's wasetlands. I’d be lying, if I said we weren’t scared. But, fortune seemed to be ours, since the aggressor had no shielding this close to a sun! The rogue had an Ion Blaster and a missile rack… so our gamble paid off. I ordered everyone to stations, while I vented the entire ship incase of fire!

Mara was heading to the teleporter, determined to jump over and rip wiring out with her bare hands. I forcibly slapped her to sanity, with orders to keep our O2 and adjacent Med Bay online, no matter the cost. If those go down, we’re done for. Aastead and Phillips demanded to stay at stations for evasive maneuvers. I didn’t argue, but I had to turn away and hide my face; we all knew, that with a vented ship, they’d have a long run to the Med Bay.

Chaos.

Cascading systems failures.

Fires flaring from the solar bursts and missile strikes.

Crystals running through hallways, gasping even with our low oxygen resistance.

I’m not sure what happened, I found myself being thrown into the Med Bay. Dazed and unable to react, I hazily watched everyone putting out fires, repairing the Med Bay, and taking turns to repair the O2 system. Gods, how many command mistakes have I made already? How many more to come?

I didn’t know at the time, but Mara had managed to engage the cloak intermittently, it may have been why we were still breathing.

We got lucky. As our hull was literally melting away, the solar flares must have detonated a missile within the enemy’s tubes. There was a shuddering lurch, then the barrage subsided as quickly as it had begun. Phillips caught a glimpse but didn’t have the words to describe it; he just seemed dazed while his crystalline body glowed with fire and star light through the viewport. I’d seen fire vented into space before and could imagine what he saw, but unlike my memory, he wasn’t subjected to the horrors of bodies. Bodies twirling slowly in the rhythmic, gaseous plume.

Unbelievably, our Crystal Vengeance silenced the damnable scout, just from an Ion blast. After a brief pause, we sprang into action without thought. Our hull was virtually gone, and another solar flare was imminent. We sealed the exterior hatches, pumped some thin O2, and scurried to stations. There was no time. Engines and helm had to be restored, if only to one bar.

Aastead jumped the ship blindly, choosing one of three points; which one didn’t matter, since anywhere was a chance to survive. Besides, even if we had Long-Ranged Scanners, they don’t always tell the whole truth.

To our horror, we almost crashed into a Zoltan Pirate Fighter. A beast of a vessel, armed with dual Heavy Laser Mark I’s. This couldn’t be worse. Even though Phillips managed 2 bars for 15% evasion, we only had one shield bubble. The first heavy would burst our defenses, the second would feel like two normal lasers. Then I thought about the fire and breach potential… not good, not good at all.

Mara was in shards, leaving delicate glittering slivers in her wake, as she ran from the cloaking bay, to teleport; they drifted gently, belying the imminent threat, but the terrified faces of friends, was a stark reminder; low on oxygen, no guns, thin hull… I bellowed over the comms for everyone to meet at the ‘porter! We frantically repaired the system, for a fateful jump across oblivion. Heavy laser fire blazed systems to red, while we kept repairing the O2, Med Bay, Porter. If only the cloak remains functional… if only.

Then there was hope! Pink air, lovely pink air casting luminous glows through Crystalline bodies! Now the Med Bay could heal us fully, instead of struggling to keep us alive! The teleport was locked, and everyone scrambled in! What luck to have all three systems in adjacency! Two more demonic bolts streaked towards us, Mara activated the cloak remotely, then in a blinding flash, we were gone! Hopefully, we’d return to our half-hulled-space-cave. While blinking away, I imagined our ship must look like a Crystmas Coral, with all the systems twinkling red, yellow, and orange.

To our surprise, we landed together, in their shield room, met by a very surprised Engi! But it didn’t take long for our 3-on-1, to be threatened by a “human”. Dreadful creatures and the reason for our civilization’s woes. If only they’d never found Traitor-Ruwen, I’d still be at cavern, with my family.

While struggling with the crew, the heavies continued to batter our ship… our cave. Then things got worse. The Crystal Vengeance, which is rarely so vocal, berated the Zoltan craft with crystalline howls. With a mind of its own, I feared that contraption would doom us all. Massive shards crashed into the enemy craft. One slammed into the shield room, injuring everyone. It was hell, but the Engis have no claws against our sheen exo-crystals, and humans are pudgy pink things, so the fight ended quickly.

Finally, able to rest, we took stock. Hopefully something would help repair our ship and carry us onward.

Amongst us all, we barely scrapped up 2 fuel, 1 drone, and 32 bits of metal. Hardly a haul to be thankful for. It would have been less if we destroyed their hull, so complaints would not have helped.

Our ship only had 15 bars left; it would probably cost all we have, just for repairs. If only we could tow that dead ship planet-side, what a prize it would be! But without tractor beam technology, or even star-bases, it was just a dream.

Mara fondled the heavy lasers in a somewhat improper, if not enticing manner, but we didn’t even have tools to remove them.

We collected ourselves and ‘ported back to our ship. While we were gone, the air had improved, and it was much easier to execute repairs… gods, what a job. After convalescing in Med Bay, we repaired the scanners, to aid in appraisal. Then, after repairing systems one by one, the ship breathed again.

Options.

Options?

Options…

Gods!? What OPTIONS! What to do in our situa----tion? I felt the cold sting of Mara’s palm. I understood. Now is not the time. We need damage reports, inventory, pre-flight checks, and above all… above all… the will to move forward.

“Systems?”, I called out. Voices echoed: All Green! Helm, Engines, and Shields, on station!

I painfully noticed on HUD, that no one was trained. Not a yellow star or double blue in attendance. This was the first moment that I began to question CASA. It started as a small nagging thought in the back of my mind.

“Subsystems?”, I asked. A chorus chimed: All Green!

“Power?”, I called. Replies: Shield at bubble with engines at two-thirds! A pause ensued, then: Med, O2, Tele, Cloak, all at 1!

“Damn it Mara! Shift that damn Medical bar to engines!”, I bellowed. “Aye, aye”, she responded.

Crew? All healthy… I didn’t really ask… I could see for myself.

“Inventory?”, “INVENTORY!?” I yelled. Everyone: Bubble one, fuel 16, missiles 0, drones 1, hull 15, scrap 47, voices echoed.

Jump status was green, but I looked in our cargo for any hope…. Ah, what I saw was heart-wrenching. A Carnelian with basic options, aside from our 15 scrap engine upgrade. Under crewed, with 5 vacancies... “test flight”, they told me. Still no weapons, no Drone Controller or schematics, no cargo, and only Crystal Vengeance. Well, I had to admit, it saved us once, possibly twice when it injured friend and foe. Gods, if only we had a controller and hull drone, that would be something! I’m not asking for an OP weapon, just some hope to share with the crew. Out of sight, I sighed, set my shoulders and marched back to command. Meanwhile, my mind continued to swell with anti-authorization toward my friends at CASA.

We prepared to jump again. Not only were we alive, but we had survived what must surely be the worst. What are the odds, we’d even meet someone else in this void, let alone, a threat for which we were ill prepared? "We are an elite boarding crew after all, we can pummel anyone for a victory!" I didn’t realize it at first, but I said that out loud, suddenly everyone was bellowing with cheer!

We jumped. The nothingness. The black pause.

[stcaFylnO]

Then I hear…

“AUTO-SCOUT!”

My heart sank. I muttered: Elite… pummel....

Then, I yelled: To stations!

Mara was bulldozing toward the ‘porter. Again, I stopped her, and said: Mara, no Emergency Respirators, no Reconstructive Teleport, no Clone Bay with DNA Backup, only one teleport bar with a long cooldown, no Heal Bombs, come on… you are Crystal, not Lanius… give it up and get to stations. She turned and obeyed, but it seemed all too slowly to me.

Aastead’s voice came over comms: Phillips, you got power for me!? Phil replied: I’m given’ ‘er all she’s got! My mind raced, only 25% evasion… Damn, if only I had bought another engine, but that’s a fools game… To survive, we needed two bubbles. The ability to counter the most variety of threats is key.

Aasted’s voice again: No shields on ‘er… Basic Laser… GOOD GODS! MINI BEAM!

We all realized, one hit with the laser, followed by that beamer, and our rag-tag ship would take another beating. The Cloak must be timed well in the best of situations, but we can’t even return fire. All we can do is wait for the jump signal or get extremely lucky with Crystal Vengeance. This time, there is no red star on ours side. Gods, why hadn’t Matthew or Justin foreseen such circumstances!?

I began yelling before I realized it: Aastead! Time the cloak! Only use it if the laser drops our bubble! The beam should be just after it, but it will glance off if we have bubble! If worse comes to worse, let our hull eat lasers, but block that damn beam!

Silence.

I took that as “aye aye”.

I heard the gods-awful sound of bubble pop, followed by the buzzing of a beam. Aastead’s timing was off. Five grids were on fire, so I opened hatches and vented. That’s when I heard the beep, beep, beep, of two heart monitors. What the hells!? Have we been boarded? I was so confused. Then I see Mara and Phill pulling themselves from the teleporter and into Med Bay!? What the hells!?

They both gleamed with joy. Apparently, they ‘ported over against orders, to an airless ship, and destroyed weapons, helm, and part of the engine. The dreadful craft only had three hull bars left!

Meanwhile, the fires raged right next to our door controls. If those doors should go out, we wouldn't be able to seal the exterior hatch. Fire or vacuum. Either one kills… both kill faster. We may have some resistance to vacuum, as Crystals, but we aren’t fire stomping Rocks! No time to think, I shut down O2 and opened the final doors. Without fresh O2, I could vent faster.

Mara stole the O2 power for Med Bay. That crazy duo was hell bent on finishing what they started.

“Whew”, I sighed. The fires were out, doors saved, I could button things up again. Too bad I didn’t buy Blast Doors to slow fires and boarders, but second guessing isn’t helping. And, I want that second shield bubble before we all get murdered… boarders, we can handle. But still, every time I see those weak, fragile, orange doors… I wish they were at least silver!

That’s when I noticed the Auto-Scout repairing itself…. Already, the weapons were yellow or orange. I’m not sure, since I’m color blind. But I know that wasn’t ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ red, because there was no “X” symbol on the HUD! That is a truly wonderful option.

The enemy laser barked, bubble popped. Repeatedly.

The cadence was slow, but unmistakable. Sheer torture with a calm pause, so every impact made a Crystal vibrate.

The enemy helm came online, then I heard the whoosh of a teleporter. They were at it again, against orders, but I said nothing. I could only hope as I saw them destroy the helm again.
Smart… weak target and each time it removes a hull bar. They moved to the weapons and destroyed it again. Now they were stuck. Suicide or come back? If they destroy one more system, the final hull point would break, and they’d die. Gods, Matthew and Justin, neither one of you thought of space suits!? It was then, I realized, that no one at CASA was my friend. I began entertaining notions that we were being played with.

Sigh of relief… my crazy crew-mates were smart enough to ‘port back. But, should we have finished what we started in the hope of loot, or flee with our refreshed jump engine? Could the Crystal Vengeance prevail? Damn it all, I knew the risks, but we needed that loot!

The duo healed up. I couldn’t believe they’d done so much. Any other species, aside from Lanius, would have died.

“Aastead, Drop bubble!”, I yelled

A flabbergasted Aasted sputtered incoherently.

I yelled again: Drop damn you! NOW! The beam is offline, so if the laser hits us, it might trigger Crystal Vengeance! It is the only way we can win, unless you want to flee! Or, would you rather try and trigger CV when that beam wakes up!?

No response, but the bubble dropped as I stared at our 14 hull bars… and the jump button.
Oh, if we only had two bubbles, and a weapon.

13…

Woo, woo, woo, woo, the alarm wailed.

I stammered: Damn it Mara! Put that power back in O2 if you are done at Med Bay! And repair those weapons systems!

Her blank look told me all I needed, so I explained: The system could be a target, a target with no weapons attached anyway! Get it running and use it as a decoy!

Mara ran off with Phil in tow. He’s a smart Crystal… no need for evasion now.

12…

11…

Beam woke up.

10…

A fire erupted in O2, so I called it out. Aastead leapt down the hall, began venting for repairs. The maniacal bastard stood cheerfully in the Med Bay, between space and an inferno.

O2 was at 43% and falling.

A beam tore through weapons room, which had just been repaired. Laser bashed O2 again.

Aastead was fighting fires in Med Bay, in a fully striped vacuum.

7… Jump engine went offline, ♥♥♥♥. I called it out to Mara and Phil.

What a catastrophe. Aastead was jumping up and down in hell. The others running around the ship, out of breath, repairing systems, and me… me? Holding my breath. My lungs full of 31% pink grimy air.

O2 was now 24% and dropping fast, alarms sounded, fires extinguished, exterior hatches closed, interiors doors blown open to balance air! But without positive pressure, this was just a big coffin, not a ship.

Mara and Phil dove into the O2, shooing Aastead off to engines.


♥♥♥♥, fire in shields… area needs sealed and vented. "Whew", Aastead dealt with it while heading into engines.

5…

4… shield room blew up.

Laser, then beam scorched across our hull.

1…

O2 was functioning; Mara and Phil headed for engines to help repair, then she pushed him toward helm (someone had to pilot). I stood by toggling this silly cloak… hoping to keep us in one piece. The Crystal Vengeance gamble was taking its toll…


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Addendum: I’m alone. The sole survivor, for now. Because of me, all my friends are dead. I should have bought one more engine, picked different jump point, had better timing... more experience…. I’ll…. I…. I’ve recorded the events as clearly as possible. Hopefully this will help someone learn from my mistakes. May the Gods…. No. May my friends forgive me.


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Student: Teacher? Did this really happen, or is this a drimi… dram…

The teacher chimes in: D r a m a t i z a t i o n ?

Student: Yeah, which is it?

Teacher: The audio log you just heard, along with the transcription, is real. It was recovered during a salvage mission; over time, it has become a famous cautionary tale. You see everyone, we can’t progress in life without risk; in fact, some would say, that without reward, we have no future. These people, well, these Crystals, flew into the heavens, against Space Satan himself, and they died. Yes, greed did kill them. They failed and died. But think, just for a moment… isn’t it better to try, then not? If not, they would have idled away at the very first jump point. Forever.

Student: But, it seems silly. They couldn’t fight that stuff. They had no guns or nuthin’.

Teacher: But they tried. And in doing so, they lived. They did not idle away… forever.

Student: I dunno, I would o’ jumped away and got out of that ♥♥♥♥.

Teacher: Bold thinking, I’m impressed. But, after three dreadful jumps, do you think another would be better? What if they landed in an asteroid field next? With even 15 hull points? What if an Auto-Assault was there instead of an Auto-Scout? On the other hand, maybe some nice aliens would sell them a discounted weapon, or they’d find a store for repairs. Just keep in mind, you never know what’s next. Most importantly though, they needed that scrap to thrive. Without it, a couple more jumps may slowly have doomed them anyway.

Stundent: Oh, you mean “Go big or go home”?

Teacher: Exactly.

~Fini~

[stcaFylnO]

This game is incredible, thankyou Matthew and Justin!

Ben, I tap my foot and bob my head all the time ;)

Tom, you bastard, I never know which choice to make ;)

Everyone!

[stcaFylnO]

Knowing me, this needs more proofing and editing. If anyone spots issues, let me know.

[Pimpmaster Fistatron]

This was a nice read. We need more FTL stories like this.

[stcaFylnO]

Originally posted by Pimpmaster Fistatron:

This was a nice read. We need more FTL stories like this.

Sweet, thnx! Glad you enjoyed it!

I'm re-playing the same game (kept the start file), I'm doing much better... learned so much from that epic phail.

Currently, we are at that third jump and stomping it; my crew is using that Auto-Scout for training... so ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ nice compared to last time. A little knowledge, experience, improved timing... heck just knowing the Crystals' capabilities is making a huge difference.

[Landor]

You have challenged me sir! Now I must return fire!

[RECOVERY_SHIPLOG:0135=USFS:COLLARD=DATE:~ERROR!~]

-EMIND ME LIETENANT, WHY WERE WE CALLED TO THIS SYSTEM?

WE ARE ACTING SECURITY FOR THE AVIGNON, A FEDERATION DIPLOMACY SHIP, SIR.

AND WHAT ARE THEY UP TO?

ACCORDING TO THE ORDERS FROM COMMAND, THEY ARE MEETING WITH SOME OF THE REBELS, CAPTIAN.

REALLY, THE REBELS? DO THEY KNOW ABOUT THIS?

PRESUMABLY, SIR. THIS MEETING IS TO SECURE SAFE PASSAGE FOR SOME OF THE CIVILIANS DISPLACED BY THE WAR.

HMM...

HAVE YOU GOT A BAD FEELING ABOUT THIS, CAPTIAN?

YES I DO LIETENANT, THE REBELS ARE NOT ONES TO SHY AWAY FROM ATTACKING FEDERATION CITIZENS, EVEN IF THEY ARE JUST TRYING TO GET OUT OF THE WAY.

YES, SIR. PERSONALLY, I AGREE, SOMETHING IS UP.

WELL THEN LIETENANT, PUT THE SHIP ON YELLOW ALERT, IF THE REBELS ARE GENUINE, THEN NOTHING MORE NEEDS TO BE SAID, BUT IF THEY ARE NOT...

THEN WE WILL BE READY FOR IT, SIR?

YOU GOT IT LIETENANT.

AYE SIR, ALERT POSTED.

MAKE SURE THAT THE AVIGN-

[~LOG_ERROR~:ATTEMPTING_RECOVERY_OF_CORRUPTED_SECTION]

[~LOG_ERROR~:RECOVERY_FAILED=SKIPPING_CORRUPTED_SECTION]

-ON'T LIKE THIS LIETENANT.

SIR?

WHY HAVE THEY BROUGHT SO MANY SHIPS AS THEIR ESCORT? RIGHT NOW, I WISH IT WASN'T JUST US HERE.

I AGREE, SIR. IT'S ALMOST AS IF THEY WERE EXPECTING TROUBLE.

HAVE YOU HEARD ANYTHING FROM THE AVIGNON?

NO SIR, AFTER THEY TOUCHED DOWN ON THE MOON'S SURFACE, THERE HASN'T BEEN ANY COMMUNICATION FROM THEM.

HMM... I REALLY DON'T LIKE THIS... WHAT ABOUT THE SENSORS? ARE THEY PICKING UP ANYTHING FROM THE REBELS OR THE AVIGNON?

THE REBELS DON'T SEEM TO BE DOING ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, THEIR SHIELDS ARE UP, OF COURSE, BUT THEIR WEAPONS SYSTEMS AREN'T POWERED. AS FOR THE AVIGNON, NOTHING UNUSUAL AS FAR AS I CAN TELL, THERE MAY BE SOME INTERFERENCE FROM THE MOON'S GEOGRAPHY, BUT WE ARE STILL GETTING SOLID READINGS.

VERY WELL LIETENANT, KEEP MONITORING THE REBELS, IF THEY DO ANYTHING HOSTILE, INFORM ME RIGHT AWAY.

YES SIR... OH, CAPTIAN, WE ARE GETTING AN ENCRYPTED SIGNAL FROM THE AVIGNON, IT'S A HIDDEN FEDERATION CHANNEL, THE REBELS WON'T KNOW WE ARE COMMUNICATING THROUGH IT.

ON SCREEN LIETENANT.

-OLLARD! WE HAVE A PROBLEM!

WHAT IS IT MAJOR? IS IT WITH THE REBELS?

YES! THEY HAVE EXECUTED THE DIMPLOMATIC TEAM, AND ARE CURRENTLY WORKING ON CLEARING OUT THE AVIGNON!

WHAT! WHY HAVEN'T WE BEEN INFORM SOONER, MAJOR?

IT'S BAD, CAPTIAN, TURNS OUT AROUND HALF OF THE CREW WERE REBELS, AND THEY WERE ABLE TO SUSPEND COMMUNICATIONS! I WAS ONLY ABLE TO CONTACT YOU NOW AFTER GETTING SOME OF THE NEEDED EQUIPMENT FROM THE LABS.

DO THE REBELS DOWN THERE KNOW YOU ARE TALKING TO US?

NOT AS FAR AS I KNOW, SIR.

GOOD, THEN WE STILL HAVE THE ELEMENT OF SURPRISE, DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE REBELS ARE TRYING TO ACOMPLISH?

I'M NOT SURE, BUT I THINK THEY PLAN TO LOAD THE CARGO BAY WITH EXPLOSIVES. THEY HAVE SEVERAL OLD MARK FOUR WARHEADS THAT THEY ARE LOADING ON TO THE SHIP.

HMM, THIS IS BAD, BUT WE MIGHT BE ABLE TO USE THIS TO OUR ADVANTAGE. HOW MANY FEDERATION CREW ARE STILL LOYAL ON THE SHIP, MAJOR?

AS FAR AS I KNOW, SIR, I'M THE ONLY ONE LOYAL TO THE FEDERATION THAT'S STILL ALIVE, I HAVE BEEN ABLE TO MAKE MY WAY AROUND THE SHIP MOSTLY UNDETECTED.

CAN YOU GET YOURSELF TO THE COLLARD, MAJOR? ARE THE TELEPORTERS ONLINE?

YES SIR, SHOULD I MAKE MY WAY OVER NOW?

DO IT, AND TELL ME, WHAT PART OF THE AVIGNON IS THE CARGO BAY LOCATED?

THE REAR, SIR.

GOOD, GET THE TELEPORTER OFFICER TO SEND A SIGNAL TO THE BRIDGE WHEN YOU ARRIVE. END TRANSMISSION LIETENANT.

ARE SIR. AM I RIGHT IN GUESSING WHAT YOU PLAN TO DO?

YES INDEED, WITH THAT MUCH EXPLOSIVES, A WELL AIMED SHOT SHOULD DO SOME SERIOUS DAMAGE. TELL ME, CAN WE CHARGE OUR WEAPONS WITHOUT THE REBEL SHIPS NOTICING?

NOT WITH OUR ENERGY WEAPONS, BUT WE SHOULD BE ABLE TO LOAD A RIVALVOR TORPEDO WITHOUT ATTRACTING ATTENTION.

VERY WELL, DO IT, IF WE AIM RIGHT, IT SHOULD PASS THROUGH THEIR FLEET, AND HIT THE AVIGNON JUST RIGHT, SETTING OFF THE OTHER EXPLOSIVES THEY ARE LOADING UP. AM I RIGHT IN GUESSING THE REBEL SHIPS HAVE THEIR SHIELDS UP FACING US, BUT THE SHIELDS FACING THE AVIGNON ARE NOT?

YES SIR, YOU ARE EXACTLY RIGHT, A CHAIN REACTION SHOULD, IF NOT TAKE OUT THE SHIPS, THEN SERIOUSLY DAMAGE THEM, ENOUGH TO COVER OUR RETREAT.

HEH, VERY WELL LIETENANT, AND MAKE SURE TO HAVE THE TORPEDO FLY CLOSE ENOUGH TO THE SHIPS TO MAKE IT LOOK LIKE WE ARE SHOOTING AT THEM, BUT NOT TOO CLOSE TO ACTUALLY HIT ANY OF THE SHIPS.

AYE SIR, TORPEDO IS LOADED, AND THE OFFICER STATIONED AT THE TELEPORTER DECK HAS REPORTED A CREWMEMBER FROM THE AVIGNON HAS JUST ARRIVED.

GOOD, FIRE WHEN READY LIETENANT, RAISE SHIELDS TO FULL, AND PREPARE AN EMERGENCY WARP OUT OF THIS SYSTEM.

FIRING, TORPEDO AWAY SIR, THE REBEL FLEET'S WEAPONS ARE NOW CHARGING. EMERGENCY JUMP READY, CAPTIAN.

GOOD, GET US OUT OF HERE, LIETENANT

[END_LOG]

Take that! Ahah! En garde!

And if you want more punishment, you can try searching for 'shiplog' on the forums, you may or may not find more of these, particularly in necroed threads!

AWAY!

[stcaFylnO]

Originally posted by Landor:

...you can try searching for 'shiplog' on the forums, you may or may not find more of these, particularly in necroed threads!

Nice thx ;)

[Landor]

Originally posted by stcaFylnO:

Nice thx ;)

Why are you thanking me! I was not offering anything to you, you swine! I was simply mentioning you can find other log thingys around, and that now I know what the next one will be, because I went through them and one of them was left as a cliffhanger, and I should resolve it!

At no point was I being nice, how dare you insinuate that I would do such a thing! It almost makes me want to post another log as retaliation for you attempted attacks on my character! Give you a little more of the ole one-two, hah!

[Geothermal1159]

Originally posted by Landor:

Originally posted by stcaFylnO:

Nice thx ;)

Why are you thanking me! I was not offering anything to you, you swine! I was simply mentioning you can find other log thingys around, and that now I know what the next one will be, because I went through them and one of them was left as a cliffhanger, and I should resolve it!

At no point was I being nice, how dare you insinuate that I would do such a thing! It almost makes me want to post another log as retaliation for you attempted attacks on my character! Give you a little more of the ole one-two, hah!

I can't believe the guy was assuming your nicety!!
It is 2018 people we need to let go of the Binary of nice and not niceness!!

Respect the 69 different types of people such as partly nice, sleeply evil, and dunce!

[stcaFylnO]

Originally posted by BFTPaul1159:

Originally posted by Landor:

Why are you thanking me! I was not offering anything to you, you swine! I was simply mentioning you can find other log thingys around, and that now I know what the next one will be, because I went through them and one of them was left as a cliffhanger, and I should resolve it!

At no point was I being nice, how dare you insinuate that I would do such a thing! It almost makes me want to post another log as retaliation for you attempted attacks on my character! Give you a little more of the ole one-two, hah!

I can't believe the guy was assuming your nicety!!
It is 2018 people we need to let go of the Binary of nice and not niceness!!

Respect the 69 different types of people such as partly nice, sleeply evil, and dunce!

Huh? Oh well then. I won't put effort into looking for logs anymore, I'll just wait to see if they get sent here. I'm guessing they don't exist, or not much is out there anyway. I could be wrong though <taps now and then to see>.