Day 11:

The plan was a success, for the most part. We managed to clear a path to the comms room and got things running well enough to send a message to command. We informed them of the opposition they faced if they warped to our last known location. An incoming transmission came in about 2 hours later thanking us for the information and saying they couldn’t hone in on our coordinates, strange seeing as I checked the tracking systems and they were working fine. Before we can get a pick up and get the hell out of here we’ll need to build a beacon relay around the star we’re currently orbiting. Luckily we have all the necessary materials on hand since we control the cargo bay already, but this is where things get a bit dicey. During our push for the comms room we nearly blew the reactor, luckily George is as reliable as always and managed to keep the damn thing running but at the cost of most of the ships functionality. While the engineers are building beacons the combat team I assembled for the comms mission is going to take a space walk and cut open the doors to the hangar so we can use the four scouting vessels in there to place the beacons. I expect to run into more opposition from the parasites but this time we can space ‘em if we can lure them close enough to the wall when we blow the hull open with breaching charges. George is pretty pissed at me for quote “nearly blowing us all to hell” and understandably so but someone around here has to make the hard choices and that’s precisely why I got command of this ship in the first place, plus it’s hard to not have faith in the engineer I’ve known for nearly thirty years now.

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