A DAMAGED SHIP AT DAWN...
CAPTAINS LOG:
The StarDate is 2016:0814. I had set down the Starship Phurba on a planet shrouded in night sky. A striking violet shone from the depths of the caverns littered throughout the surface. Rich in rare minerals which could help my cause.
As I passed through this fairy tale-esque grotto of goods, my Multi-Tool alerted me to a landmark nearby. I needed to find somewhere to set my finds down, hopefully to sell them via the Galactic Trade Terminals or to another hungry traveller.
The cavern opened up and I looked through the vegetation to see a shelter. I barged into the metal room, initially disappointed to see its only inhabitant to be a short beaked being of the Gek race. The only thing I understood from this being was the direction in which he pointed his short arms. A terminal. Feeding my own curiosity I approached the terminal. Sensing my approach, a hologram screen appeared and administered a scan of the surrounding area and picked up a distress signal from a downed ship nearby.
‘A ship!’ I exclaimed from within. I needed a new ship, a ship that could help me convoy my finds to and from the Space Stations in orbit in order to make my fortune. This was my chance to start stepping up in the world. I was on the up!
I raced back to the Phurba and thrust into motion, skimming the horizon, closing in on the signal ahead.
A crater came into view. I set the Phurba down on the edge of the crater and made my way down into the thick beige grass that lined its base. The light from the nearest Sun began to rise behind me, filling the crater with an almost luminescent light, setting a stage for my investigation of the crash site. I waded my way through the blades of grass headed for the ships black box. I needed to know its story, where it came from, how long it had been there and what might have caused its demise. The technology whirred into motion....
“The cockpit is pristine, devoid of damage save for that caused by the deceased pilot’s impact against the control panel. Its data banks, however, look as if they could be brought back online.
Lights intermittently flash around me. Some systems clearly remain operative. one of which appears to be a sophisticated security sensor and camera array.”
I was torn. Should I go for the ship’s databanks or just loot its functioning technology? I knew there could be a risk, not choosing the databanks could provide me with technology that I had not even imagined of acquiring but the story of the lost ship and its pilot consumed me.
Curiosity got the better of me, I went for the databanks. My arm stretched forward towards the damaged control panel, sparks flew out from its core but I was able to operate it. Almost immediately a scarlet light filled the crater and an alarming honk came from the ship. The security sensor had acknowledged my presence. The ships tech and databank fizzed and fried as it self destructed beneath me.
Curiosity killed the crash site. I left the ship empty handed, and with only a story to tell anyone who would listen to my ramblings at the nearest trade post. Better luck next time.
:CAPTAIN OUT
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