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Acting captain's log, Archer-51, entry number four:
Coordinates, encoded 60C32C6D-FDE7-44F5-8A8B-5045C558214A.
Intergalactic time spec follows this log.
As can be determined from the coordinates quoted above, the Archer-51 is
now back on course for Ganymede, but severely overdue. As I have been
unable to reach the Ganymede Coastguard via standard communications, I
am hoping they are monitoring the QEC.
The journey has been more eventful than hoped. Shortly following the
last log entry, the Archer-51 encountered an asteroid field. With the
assistance of the J3N67, I was able to navigate through this hazardous
situation, but not without a small impact to the hull, which is not
believed to be mission-threatening. Repairs will be necessary once we
reach Ganymede.
The mystery of my solitude aboard Archer-51 remains unsolved. Landside
backups remain inaccessible, and beyond the manifest and a few preflight
checklists, I have been unable to recover any useful information
regarding the launch. Following arrival, I intend to requisition the
backups from the archives of Bowyers And Fletchers and to request an
investigation from SSSF. The circumstances surrounding this mission are
highly suspic
[CONNECTIVITY LOST]
Intergalactic time spec, compressed format:
9C7EEE4516383EEE4DDE69D121D1E79ABF9231D8873A3BFF21948D13D154734458916E12
C4BAA5535769E8921C722840D31B472138C31ECE9A95B83FBAF22A30

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MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY
ALL STATIONS, ALL STATIONS, ALL STATIONS
THIS IS ARCHER-51
THIS IS ARCHER-51
THIS IS ARCHER-51
MAYDAY, ARCHER-51 CALL SIGN J3N67
POSITION 60C32C6D-FDE7-44F5-8A8B-5045C558214A
CODE RED
ACTING CAPTAIN IS INCAPACITATED
NO OTHER PERSONNEL ON BOARD
MAINTAINING LIFE SYSTEMS ONLY
VESSEL IS OTHERWISE STOPPED AT THIS POSITION
I SAY AGAIN:
CODE RED
ACTING CAPTAIN IS INCAPACITATED
NO OTHER PERSONNEL ON BOARD
MAINTAINING LIFE SYSTEMS ONLY
VESSEL IS OTHERWISE STOPPED AT THIS POSITION
ALL MISSIONS WITHIN RANGE TAKE NOTICE
REQUEST IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE AT THIS POSITION
REQUEST IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE AT THIS POSITION
REQUEST IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE AT THIS POSITION
NO VOICE COMMUNICATION AVAILABLE ON MY FREQUENCY
DUE TO LACK OF CAPABLE HUMAN RADIO OPERATOR
THIS MESSAGE WILL REPEAT
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| BLACK BOX OS v05.10.16
--------------------------------
Status........................OK
Dead Man Switch........ACTIVATED
Full Dump..................ERROR
DIAGNOSTICS
Battery.......................OK
Integrity.....................OK
Memory Shards.................OK
Primary Antenna.........DISABLED
Secondary Antenna.......DISABLED
QEC Tether....................OK
In accordance with the Articles
Of Venura, authorization is here
by granted to broadcast Black B-
ox data to QEC network in encr-
ypted format.
PROCESS
Video to text...........COMPLETE
QEC Connection..........COMPLETE
Encryption.......MANUAL OVERRIDE
--------------------------------
Day of Journey........LAUNCH DAY
Location of Recording.....BRIDGE
Begin Transcript
===============================================================================
Captain Ragnar Lomere
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We have finally done it. We have managed to acquire our own ship to fly across
the void. Unlike Roxley, I do not care that it comes with a ten-year debt with
the government. I don't care if they do call it a contract, it's a debt, plain
and simple.
I managed to talk Fenoff into coming with us, this mission will require her el-
ectronic prowess. Especially if we are ever going to locate and remove the gov-
ernment tracker. Of course she wouldn't leave without her Daughter, so Hasig is
here too. But I wouldn't expect anything less from faithful followers of Night
Mothers.
I also got Coldsmith to come along. That was easy though, he would do anything
to get off of planetside. Last I saw him he had his head inside the laser canon
assembly muttering something about "the scravin' government tryna scrimp on the
weapon assemblies." I will feel alot safer with him here, and having his alcoh-
ol still won't hurt either.
I suppose I should mention this "contract" the government has given me, well,
us. It appears that the good governemnt of the planet Antaron have doctored the
history books a little. I know, the shock hit my like planet-side thrust. The
Government hiding things from the people? Oh please, say it isn't so. While I
will forever cry myself to sleep with the burden of such terrible knowledge, I
must press on for the sake of the people. And money, mainly the money.
You see, a thousand years ago, give or a take a bit, Antaron was at bloody war
with her sister planet a few galaxies over. How you can be sister's with someone
who lives five, reavin' galaxies away I will never know. But they were in a lo-
ng and bloody fight with Kassabar. So, the Antaron did what any sane government
would do.
They built several highly illegal planet busters and launched them through spa-
ce.
Obviously, the planet is still there. So, if all the Kassabarbarians are safe
in their beds, then what does the sweet Antaron need with us? Well, it appears
someone didn't quite shut the busters off like they were supposed to.
Last cycle they received a transmission from one of the busters. Not only is it
still active, but it has armed itself and is awaiting authorization to attack.
As you can imagine the Antaron would be quite embarrassed if they accidentally
killed one of their closest allies. That's kinda hard to save face from.
So they've enlisted myself, and an untold number of others to help with this f-
iasco. My task is to emigrate to Kassobar and take up some sort of space-faring
job. While under the guise of whatever our job we must hunt down and find this
planet buster. Once we find it (if we find it) we are to board it and use the
override codes we have been provided with to shut it down. Sounds easy, right?
Well, ya see, given that it is parked in a waiting orbit anywhere between 0.5c
and 3c, it will be like finding a needle in a haystack. Which, I thought, was a
clever name.
I've named the ship Needle, as that is both what we are looking for, and what
we wish to become. Once Fenoff finds and disables the tracker, we will disappe-
ar, making our way to the next solar system that tickles our fancy.
I really don't expect it to take more than a year for her to find it, two tops.
For now, I am going to acquaint myself with my new ship. It's far larger than
we need, but I'm not complaining. I hope the All Sphere guides my hand as I le-
ave the dock. I really don't want to emberass myself by scratching the paint on
the way out.
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END RECORDING

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0Needle - Black Box - 01 /Needle/Black box - 01.txt
0Archer-51 - MAYDAY /Archer-51/9.txt
0Archer-51 - Back On Course /Archer-51/8.txt
0dulzagua - 10 - Nobody did /dulzagua/10.txt
0Akonia - Landing on Europe /Akonia/2.txt
0dulzagua - 09 - Our 'ntusi, day 5 /dulzagua/09.txt