::Signal strength: Medium
::Signal type: S.O.S
::System: Omicron Minor
::Details:: This is John, Desmond Gray's ship, sending out a distress signal to anybody that can pick up on the signal.
We are stranded in the Omicron Minor system and communication has been limited to close range only.
There is only 72 hours of oxygen left.
This message will repeat.
A crunchy noise appeared, while Eli grabbed for another chip. The nerdy scientist slowly sticked it into his mouth, but suddenly some signal took his attention. "A disstress call from Omicron Minor, it's a little out of my business, but ok I should say something?!" He just thought.
While putting another chip into his mouth Eli pressed the transmission-button and started to speak in an strange awkward tone. "Hey, you are a little out of our space, soooooooooooo good luck."