01-09-2020, 02:09 AM
//OOC Note: This story was rewritten from one I posted previously. Disregard any events in the previous post. I hope you enjoy!
Darkside Bio suit V3.6
Standby for systems check...
...Armoring system: 2%/100% Critical
...Shield system: 0%/100% Destroyed
...Scanners: 0%/100% Destroyed
...Life Support: 1%/100% Critical
...Communications: 11%/100% Critical
Systems Check Complete. Powered Armor in critical state. Advise repair at earliest convenience.
Waking suit user due to critical Life Support systems.
Current Environment not suited for organic life. Find shelter at once.
Elapsed time in Cryostasis: Five years, seven months, fourteen days, six hours, thirty-two seconds, and seventeen nanoseconds.
Welcome Back Jacob Keller
The first thing I remembered was my stomach growling. It felt like I hadn't eaten in months. About a millisecond after that was the sensation of blinding pain and nausea. I fought to keep the bile in my throat as I struggled to sit up, my muscles screaming in protest after being in suspended animation for such a long period of time. I kept my eyes screwed shut as I struggled with such a menial task. I mentally queried the suit for a status on my health.
Standby for user health...
...Cardiovascular Health: 89%/100% ...and climbing
...Skeletal Health: 91%/100% ...two broken ribs, bruised heel
...Mental Health: 81%/100% ...fugue passing from cryostasis. Mental health continuing to improve
...Nervous System: 99%/100% ...full assessment not available. Suit connection to nervous system limited at this time
Injuries:
-Two broken ribs
-Bruised Heel
-Collapsed Lung Breathing being assisted by suit
-Slight Concussion
-Cryo sickness
...assessment complete. User is injured but in over all good health.
Could be worse honestly. Clearly the suit had taken the brunt of the impact on the surface because the Shield system was completely destroyed and the armoring system was near the same status. I struggled to open my eyes as another bout of nausea washed over me. Most of my vision was obscured by spiderweb cracks in the screens inside the suit helmet. It was dark. Best guess was that I'd crashed on a planet with little to no atmosphere. My surroundings felt...strange. Almost as if something about this planet was completely off. I could just make out blurry images in the distance. As my vision began to clear, I could see the wreckage of an old Raven's Talon embedded into the surface--no doubt whatever remained of my old ship.
"That was a good ship, dammit." I croaked out as I fought to stand to my feet. I could feel the broken ribs under the suit as well as my limited air supply. The suit was doing it's best to accommodate the injuries but it was still very clear I was injured. My biological systems made sure of that. Slowly, as I stood, it all came crashing back. The strange shimmering ship that appeared to be slipping in and out of reality. It's powerful weapons tearing through my shields and hull like paper. Me fighting to right the ship...and the impact.
The screen inside the helmet was so damaged that viewing the digital readouts or seeing anything around me was difficult. It was clear, however, that I couldn't remove the helmet as the surface that I had crashed on wasn't very hospitable to human life. It appeared as if I had crashed on the surface of a strange icy planet. The starscape above me appeared warped and distorted as if there was something in system distorting different parts of space. I couldn't figure it out.
"Suit. Use just enough power to do an echo scan of my current location. Use 10% processing power to identify current location base on scan results. Keep scans to passive only. Do not lock on to anything for detailed scans."
Confirmed. Beginning passive scan of local area...standby for results.
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Completed.
Unknown extreme gravitational anomaly in system. Unable to ascertain source.
Unable to ascertain 100% conclusion.
Postulating...
Last known system: Omicron Sigma. Icy planet in system is identified as Planet Palmyra. Surrounding landscape is made up of frozen methane, and several other solid gases. Temperature well below survivable for biological lifeforms.
Conclusion: User is on Planet Palmyra in the Omicron Sigma system.
Warning. Temperatures on surface of Palmyra will result in suit mechanic degradation within two Sol hours. Seek departure immediately! Suit systems will begin to fail after two hours, resulting in user death.
Omicron Sigma. That's right, I had flown through the system once a long time ago. The memories were hazy. I was meeting someone when I detected a strange structure in a nebula and had gone to investigate. As I read the information, the warning about the surrounding temperatures destroying suit systems knocked me out of my reflections of the past and got me moving to find a way off the surface.
"Suit, identify all possible bases in system."
Possible local bases are:
Unknown Structure / Affiliation: Unknown / Distance: 23k
Unknown Structure / Affiliation: Unknown / Distance: Unknown
"Identify possible exits from the system."
Possible exit Points:
Gravitational Anomaly / Distance: 17k (Unexplored)
Gravitational Anomaly / Distance: 31k (Unexplored)
Gravitational Anomaly / Distance: 29k (Unexplored)
Gravitational Anomaly / Distance: 45k (Unexplored)
Massive Gravitational Anomaly / Distance: Unknown, scanners being reflected by gravitational stresses. (Unexplored)
Warning: Unable to locate Sigma-19 Jump Hole (entry point). Jump hole may have collapsed.
I looked up. Most jump holes were a good distance away from the surface of the planet and it appeared the only one I actually knew of in system had collapsed. I didn't know how populated this system was and was unsure of how difficult it would be to grab someones attention but I had to try anyway. The only alternative was dying on this rock.
"Suit. Broadcast short range, limited power distress calls. Interval of five minutes on repeating timer. Spread across all known active transmission frequencies. Notify me if there is a response."
Commands confirmed.
Broadcasting on all known emergency channels and communication channels. Five minute intervals.
Now all I had to do was wait and hope that someone would pick up my distress call before I turned into a frozen bag of meat and metal.
Darkside Bio suit V3.6
Standby for systems check...
...Armoring system: 2%/100% Critical
...Shield system: 0%/100% Destroyed
...Scanners: 0%/100% Destroyed
...Life Support: 1%/100% Critical
...Communications: 11%/100% Critical
Systems Check Complete. Powered Armor in critical state. Advise repair at earliest convenience.
Waking suit user due to critical Life Support systems.
Current Environment not suited for organic life. Find shelter at once.
Elapsed time in Cryostasis: Five years, seven months, fourteen days, six hours, thirty-two seconds, and seventeen nanoseconds.
Welcome Back Jacob Keller
The first thing I remembered was my stomach growling. It felt like I hadn't eaten in months. About a millisecond after that was the sensation of blinding pain and nausea. I fought to keep the bile in my throat as I struggled to sit up, my muscles screaming in protest after being in suspended animation for such a long period of time. I kept my eyes screwed shut as I struggled with such a menial task. I mentally queried the suit for a status on my health.
Standby for user health...
...Cardiovascular Health: 89%/100% ...and climbing
...Skeletal Health: 91%/100% ...two broken ribs, bruised heel
...Mental Health: 81%/100% ...fugue passing from cryostasis. Mental health continuing to improve
...Nervous System: 99%/100% ...full assessment not available. Suit connection to nervous system limited at this time
Injuries:
-Two broken ribs
-Bruised Heel
-Collapsed Lung Breathing being assisted by suit
-Slight Concussion
-Cryo sickness
...assessment complete. User is injured but in over all good health.
Could be worse honestly. Clearly the suit had taken the brunt of the impact on the surface because the Shield system was completely destroyed and the armoring system was near the same status. I struggled to open my eyes as another bout of nausea washed over me. Most of my vision was obscured by spiderweb cracks in the screens inside the suit helmet. It was dark. Best guess was that I'd crashed on a planet with little to no atmosphere. My surroundings felt...strange. Almost as if something about this planet was completely off. I could just make out blurry images in the distance. As my vision began to clear, I could see the wreckage of an old Raven's Talon embedded into the surface--no doubt whatever remained of my old ship.
"That was a good ship, dammit." I croaked out as I fought to stand to my feet. I could feel the broken ribs under the suit as well as my limited air supply. The suit was doing it's best to accommodate the injuries but it was still very clear I was injured. My biological systems made sure of that. Slowly, as I stood, it all came crashing back. The strange shimmering ship that appeared to be slipping in and out of reality. It's powerful weapons tearing through my shields and hull like paper. Me fighting to right the ship...and the impact.
The screen inside the helmet was so damaged that viewing the digital readouts or seeing anything around me was difficult. It was clear, however, that I couldn't remove the helmet as the surface that I had crashed on wasn't very hospitable to human life. It appeared as if I had crashed on the surface of a strange icy planet. The starscape above me appeared warped and distorted as if there was something in system distorting different parts of space. I couldn't figure it out.
"Suit. Use just enough power to do an echo scan of my current location. Use 10% processing power to identify current location base on scan results. Keep scans to passive only. Do not lock on to anything for detailed scans."
Confirmed. Beginning passive scan of local area...standby for results.
...
...
...
...
...
Completed.
Unknown extreme gravitational anomaly in system. Unable to ascertain source.
Unable to ascertain 100% conclusion.
Postulating...
Last known system: Omicron Sigma. Icy planet in system is identified as Planet Palmyra. Surrounding landscape is made up of frozen methane, and several other solid gases. Temperature well below survivable for biological lifeforms.
Conclusion: User is on Planet Palmyra in the Omicron Sigma system.
Warning. Temperatures on surface of Palmyra will result in suit mechanic degradation within two Sol hours. Seek departure immediately! Suit systems will begin to fail after two hours, resulting in user death.
Omicron Sigma. That's right, I had flown through the system once a long time ago. The memories were hazy. I was meeting someone when I detected a strange structure in a nebula and had gone to investigate. As I read the information, the warning about the surrounding temperatures destroying suit systems knocked me out of my reflections of the past and got me moving to find a way off the surface.
"Suit, identify all possible bases in system."
Possible local bases are:
Unknown Structure / Affiliation: Unknown / Distance: 23k
Unknown Structure / Affiliation: Unknown / Distance: Unknown
"Identify possible exits from the system."
Possible exit Points:
Gravitational Anomaly / Distance: 17k (Unexplored)
Gravitational Anomaly / Distance: 31k (Unexplored)
Gravitational Anomaly / Distance: 29k (Unexplored)
Gravitational Anomaly / Distance: 45k (Unexplored)
Massive Gravitational Anomaly / Distance: Unknown, scanners being reflected by gravitational stresses. (Unexplored)
Warning: Unable to locate Sigma-19 Jump Hole (entry point). Jump hole may have collapsed.
I looked up. Most jump holes were a good distance away from the surface of the planet and it appeared the only one I actually knew of in system had collapsed. I didn't know how populated this system was and was unsure of how difficult it would be to grab someones attention but I had to try anyway. The only alternative was dying on this rock.
"Suit. Broadcast short range, limited power distress calls. Interval of five minutes on repeating timer. Spread across all known active transmission frequencies. Notify me if there is a response."
Commands confirmed.
Broadcasting on all known emergency channels and communication channels. Five minute intervals.
Now all I had to do was wait and hope that someone would pick up my distress call before I turned into a frozen bag of meat and metal.