before the Negra eats through my ship, I'm recording... this.
I don't know what they did to us.
We should never- *coughs and gags*
Ugh. Never should have gone there. Limbs feel like they're paralized. Can't pilot my ship.
I tried to stay locked on you but the Nav Comp was already having trouble earlier and...
*sigh*
You know, it's ironic. A Junker dying from a collision with a rogue piece of scrap. Don't blame yourself. I don't know half of what I was sayin'. Don't know if my other messages even got through...
Computer: [hull breach imminent]
*wheeze* Frack. This is it then.
Goodbye Snell. Get your head checked. We are not in control. We were -never- in control...
*static*
[Cory.Walsh has suffered a catastrophic decompression]
24 hours have passed. The small data cylinder within the Negra begins to emit a soft chirp across all frequencies in a 15k radius. An embedded message within the tone reads: ATTN: Beaumont Snell