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Lo these many years, this tale spins outward, ever increasing...
August 4, 2341
We fled the burning dreadnaught with the others - grabbing what things we could from our quarters before running out through the breached hull onto the pitted surface. Spread out all around was the detritus of a fallen star - cracked plastasteel, burning jetfuel, an ion drive from the rear, flickering on and off in the night, and bodies piled everywhere, dragged into piles by the malfunctioning servo-droids. Before we fell from the sky a farbeam message had been sent: help us, calamity, disaster...
I settled on a hill half a mile away to watch the chaos, happy to have escaped unharmed, although none of us had any idea where we had landed. The remaining crew members strutted around, giving orders to cover their fear and shock. Puptents were inflated and a portable sentry fence was sent skyward - some of the remaining sentries floating on half-charged hovercells - prowling around us for miles in all directions. We should've gone further inland, farther from the sputtering wreck, but we wanted to keep the Fury in sight, a last vestige of home...
Before I bedded down, I looked through what I had managed to salvage: some boots, a pair of ruby-tinged pens. Nothing else.
August 4, 2341
We fled the burning dreadnaught with the others - grabbing what things we could from our quarters before running out through the breached hull onto the pitted surface. Spread out all around was the detritus of a fallen star - cracked plastasteel, burning jetfuel, an ion drive from the rear, flickering on and off in the night, and bodies piled everywhere, dragged into piles by the malfunctioning servo-droids. Before we fell from the sky a farbeam message had been sent: help us, calamity, disaster...
I settled on a hill half a mile away to watch the chaos, happy to have escaped unharmed, although none of us had any idea where we had landed. The remaining crew members strutted around, giving orders to cover their fear and shock. Puptents were inflated and a portable sentry fence was sent skyward - some of the remaining sentries floating on half-charged hovercells - prowling around us for miles in all directions. We should've gone further inland, farther from the sputtering wreck, but we wanted to keep the Fury in sight, a last vestige of home...
Before I bedded down, I looked through what I had managed to salvage: some boots, a pair of ruby-tinged pens. Nothing else.