Alright, let's save this... here. Okay. This is Scotty, engineer of the Starflier NX-01. I've reached day three of my time inside this pod. Thought I'd start leaving messages, in case someone finds me out here. Leon and the rest of the Starfliers would be worried about me by now, let's hope they find out where I am. Can't lose hope, the NX-01 has those fancy scanners from the Lane Hackers! I will never forget that sight... looking out the window of the pod. Spinning as I flew further and further away from the Orlando and PuddleJumper. A bright flash of light... then nothing. All I saw was ice crystals... then I took a snooze. I never woke up more panicked in my life, being that I'm in here and not in my quarters on base.

Seabourne, that crazy bastard. That lad has got a lot of screws loose. Didn't expect to meet a person like him on Curacao, and then get wrapped up in some sort of adventure with him. Have to admit, if I had the chance to do what I did again, I wouldn't. As much as Seabourne says we commandeered the Orlando, the lad and I stole that beauty of a ship. Everything that happened afterwards was exactly what I was after, a tour, deep dive into engineering, power core assessment... To whoever finds this, how this all started was the wrong way to go about it. I mean it in every sense when I say I'm sorry. Give my regards to the Starfliers and Orbital.

The lad found a binder on this pod before he closed the damn door on me. Luckily for me, I found a previous edition sitting behind the bed. So now, I'll just occupy my time reading while I wait for a rescue.

This is Burton, Starflier NX-01, signing out.

No sign of rescue... and at this point half my rations have been consumed! Currently writing my will. Don't have much to my name outside of the Starfliers. The schematics of the custom Enterprise-Class is the only one-of-a-kind thing I have. Maybe I'll try study the schematics on my device and cross them against the engineering of the pod. See if I can get something working.

My last message mentioned a binder, a previous edition that was left behind the bed. I've since found out why it's a previous edition. A few pages have been ripped out and the chapters regarding how the pod was built are missing. Ideally I'd like something to read so I know how things work, but I'm not in an ideal situation. So... I'm stuck out here. In Cortez. No scanners. No solars. A few days of rations left. Little hope of rescue. The most I can do is shine this flashlight outside the window of the pod's window. Trying to find the right angle so the light can reflect off these crystals and illuminate the area.

My next message will be when I'm close to exhausting my rations. I hope to god, if there really is one, that I'm saved before then.

This is Burton, Starflier NX-01, signing out.

I see moving lights... though that could be my mind thinking the stars are vessels. This ice field is doing me no favours, that and almost having no food. Writing my will would be something I can do. Pass the time. Damn you, Seabourne! I'm stuck out here with no way out and it's you're goddamn fault! I've been out here for a couple weeks at least and... and... *sigh* No matter. That isn't helping me right now.

The lad is to blame, but I got to start halving my rations. As much as my belly doesn't like the idea, I have to last as long as poss- what was that? A light? Wait... I know that shade, search lights! Holy shit I'm going home! Leon, it's about goddamn time!

That's not a Starflier vessel...