Thoughts and ramblings of an ex-Londoner in Cambridge.
Day 3: My scanners have detected what seems to be a settlement of some kind. I’m going in, not much choice, if I don’t land soon then I’ll be stuck. It’s not far, and I should be able to land close. It’s the 3rd moon of the only planet in system. (more…)
Lt. Fergie Lance sat in the bar, nursing her beer. It wasn’t a bad brew, to be sure, but it just went to highlight how badly the rest of her day had gone. Another ship lost, another fine from the Federation Navy. “If only they’d let me visit the engineers” she thought, “it might have been different”. (more…)
Commander’s Log: 3303-02-27, Azrael (more…)
Commander’s Log: 3303-02-24, Eagle Sector IR-W d1-117, 7,018.72 ly from Sol. (more…)
Commander’s Log: 3303-02-21, Blae Eaec PM-W e1-205, 14,885.18 ly from Sol. (more…)