Mayday. Mayday. Mayday. This is ZCV-White_Rabbit, communicating from outside Omega-48. This is a mayday.
I was thrown outside of Sirius space by a malfunctioning Jumphole whilst trading and stumbled upon an old derelict Nephilim vessel out in deep space. After some work, I was able to jump the vessel back into Sirius through a combination of sheer luck and pure stupidity. The vessel is critically damaged and I require assistance immediately.
Vessel is barely holding together but the ancient jump drive on board was critically damaged and leaking gamma radiation onboard. I have jettisoned it to prevent further damage to the vessel. I say again, be advised on approaching the vessel of jettisoned warp coils leaking radiation. Life-support is offline and power levels are critical. I am on oxygen from a Vac suit but running out of oxygen quickly. Repair vessels in desperate need to meet me at the attached coordinates. Coordinates may not be accurate due to failing navigation system. Please scan with active LIDAR to find vessel.
Once again, mayday, mayday, mayday.
-Zylar Vespertine
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Why are you reading this? Don't you have something else you'd rather be doing? Why are you still reading this? Go out and explore, trade, fight, pirate, or even die thanks to SLRC autopilot. You're still here? What do you want, a poem? Fine. Roses are red, violets are blue, I lose the game, and so did you.
This is Captain Elysia J. Aponia of the Carrier, ZS~Aponia.
I have received your mayday and am loading up 4 repair ships into my docking bays with with materials to begin emergency repairs as soon as possible. We will arrive within the next 8 hours. Please hang on until we arrive and get you into a ship with proper life support and get your ship to be able to make it to orbit around Gran Canaria so it can be repaired and brought to a Shipyard capable of properly fixing her up.
Returning veteran player after 10 years.
Corsair, Gallia and Zoner capship simp. DTR Academy Seargant and relic smuggler extraordinaire.
Why is the Gallia/Maquis Destroyer so damn sexy? Also when are Maquis gonna stop having the ugliest engines in the game?
Copy that, ZS~Aponia. I'll try to hold on for as long as I can. The super-structure of the ship appears to be intact so I don't believe I'm at any risk of coming apart. I don't have an engineering background, but I'll try to repair the life-support systems as best as I can. If memory serves from some old manuals I've read, I believe life-support systems can be fed power from secondary power sources in an emergency on most ships...at least in the case of fighters anyway. I may be able to squeeze another eight hours out of it in the meantime.
Looking forward to--[TRANSMISSION LOST]
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Why are you reading this? Don't you have something else you'd rather be doing? Why are you still reading this? Go out and explore, trade, fight, pirate, or even die thanks to SLRC autopilot. You're still here? What do you want, a poem? Fine. Roses are red, violets are blue, I lose the game, and so did you.
I wanted to say...thanks. I was in a lot of trouble out there. I didn't think I was going to survive. When my transport jumped into an unknown system with no ability to pinpoint my position in space I...almost lost hope. Until I found the White Rabbit just sitting out there in that ancient ice field for me to find. What transpired afterwards, everything, shouldn't be possible. I was told that just the fact that I was able to jump the ship should have been impossible. I was grilled by Zoner officials for hours after landing the ship, only being allowed to shower and sleep since I had my own sick on me from the faulty jump I performed and sleep because I hadn't slept in over 50 hours. I guess they believed I was lying, who could blame them after the story I told.
When I came back...they had found some files in their system related to the ship that I'd found...and also files related to me. My entire family line are descended from Zoners it turns out. My father being the very man who piloted the ship I found in the void of space. It was indeed a prototype as we had guessed during repairs, and it was the one he was working on. An accident jumped the ship into the place I found it just over 20 years ago. Losing my father drove my grandfather to grief, and he'd left Gran Canaria to travel Sirius and "trade" goods. This is where things get odd--he found me 18 years later in Stuttgart, drunk and passed out in an alley. A shell of a man who had lost his wife and only had his grief, anger, and alcohol to keep him company. Who was running from his past and from the Bretonian government for desertion. Somehow, he knew who I was immediately, gave me a job, and purpose. It was only when he died that he'd set me upon the path that would lead me here, to this moment...and I truly believe the spirit of my father lead me to the White Rabbit, to you, and back home to Gran Canaria and the Zoners.
I guess I just wanted to let you know after our brief conversation over comms. when you said I could join the Zoners. At the time I was...annoyed at the offer. For a long time I've been full of rage, anger, vitriol. I only wanted to hurt and punish those who had taken my wife away from me in the Gallic wars...but now...I think I've finally found a home...and I can finally put the hate and wrath down. I can move on. You were a part of that, so thank you for all you did in helping me survive.
If you ever need a co-pilot or assistance in anyway, shape, or form, you can call on me. In the meantime...I've got some systems to explore.
Why are you reading this? Don't you have something else you'd rather be doing? Why are you still reading this? Go out and explore, trade, fight, pirate, or even die thanks to SLRC autopilot. You're still here? What do you want, a poem? Fine. Roses are red, violets are blue, I lose the game, and so did you.
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