Oh, what a stressful day it's been here on the Evia Research Complex.
We've had a few freighter disappearances and some unfortunate failures in our research projects.
It's caused immense delays which are, let's just say, not pleasing the executor as of late.
Yet what has to be done, has to be done. I have anointed several officers in charge of the assets in my sweet little fleet of ships.
At least the modifications on my Irezumi fighter seem to have paid off beautifully. Statistics and analysis indicate, that with the new propulsion and powercore systems, efficiency has been increased by at least 15% in endurance of component part life and an increase to the powercore max capacity and regen of at least 4.33334%. Also the 'AI' module installed into the fighter, making use of the extended databanks and helping me in calculating different mathematic approaches and hopefully some other useful usecases seems to work quite reliable, at least proven in mathematics. These lovely insights may be useful for Proyecto Dulce Recuerdo.
Having consulted with the researchers working on our projects, I have concluded, flying to Planet Crete and asking around for Nicolás Diego to get back on peaceful terms after our 'little' misunderstanding would be so valuable to our upcoming plans.
Therefore I entered my Irezumi and undocked from Evia, yet the moment I pushed the throttle forward, some strange anomalies started to appear and the fighter began to move at an incredible speed that even the speed indicator just showed '---'.
Since this isn't my first rodeo, I kept calm, yet so uncertain what was happening. And after the vessel slowed down immediately to 0 speed again, I checked the navmap. Entry: '???'
This is a frightening reality. I am lost in unknown space again.
After turning what felt like every angle I had, I saw a stellar body, the computer scanning it as a Gas Giant. With a mass of 1.898x10^27kg.
Seeing this immense number of mass, I had a little idea, my only chance of hoping to get back to known space, a slingshot.
I pulled out the mass of my fighter, it maxes with every piece of equipment at 165 tons which equals to 165,000 kg.
I scanned the Gas Giant and found out, that the gravitational constant of this stellar body rounds about 6.674x10^-11N*(m/kg)^2.
For further calculation I am in need of the value of rmin. I fired up my new 'AI' model and asked for the calculation, getting a crossreference from known stellar bodies, the needed value to calculate this, RJ was determined to be 1.05 for the stellar body infront of me.
Asking for further help in this complex task, the value for rmin was determined to be 73,406,550m therefore the calculation for Fgravity should be the following:
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CALCULATING...
...
(6.674x10^-11) * (1.898x10^27 kg) * (165,000 kg) / (73,406,550 m)^2
...which rounds up to:
Fgravity = (2.09x10^22) / (5.388x10)
...which rounds to
3,879,000 Newtons
Using this we can calculate the slingshot angle with the following formula:
...which rounds about 120° and according to the cruise speed of this vessel and some research saved in the databanks, after this slingshot my speed should accumulate to 8.525 km/s, I just need to make sure to survive, yet doing nothing means death anyway.
I gave the instruction to the 'AI' built in my ship and instructed it to pilot the ship for me, I am so glad that it is locked down by different kinds of security parameters in case someone wants to try to hack my ship - yet there is no room for human errors.
After allowing it to proceed, everything worked like a charm, using the stellar body as catapult to increase the starting cruise speed of a maximum of 525 m/s to get shot around the stellar body to a speed of 8.525 km/s.
Now that I am on a proper travel speed, I might just nap a few minutes
since there is nothing out here than the the pitch black parts of void
and beautiful distant dying stars.
After what seemed like an eternity of sleeping and wondering how I am still alive,
and what of my slowly but surely ending supplies I am going to snack...
...did my scanner start peeping. I found an anomaly.
Scanning this anomaly, it is shown as an unstable jumphole.
Thinking about what else could go wrong, I prepared the ship to jump and I landed safe on the other side.
Finally.
My navmap shows an entry. Nothing specific, yet something a lot more than before: 'TAUS'.
After what felt like an eternity of flying, the navmap updated.
'TAU-61' it said.
I was not yet in this system, so I thought to myself, since I am in known parts of my beloved Sirius secter, I can surely explore that!
I found a lot of different Planets, Asteroid formations and a Nebula.
Even some of these smaller nomad vessels were flying around here and there.
Quite a beautiful system I said to myself as I sat down watching at green sun.
After a while I was greeted with 'little lamb' by an angelic female voice.
Shivers ran down my back, something talking to me out here?
After replying to the voice I made the frightening reality, a big nomad vessel was right infront of mine!
I explained that I am a Sair of the Deterrence from Planet Crete and said that I am lost in space.
But it - she - was not interested in mere astrogation. "Thou callest thyself 'Corsair'. Amusement. Far from thy home indeed, little one,"
the voice echoed. It was harmonic, an echo of a beautiful angelic woman, yet it carried a weight that vibrated through the very hull of my ship.
Then, the impossible happened. A flicker appeared around the shell of the massive alien vessel. It wasn't just a ship; it was a projection.
A woman appeared, stunning and terrifying in equal measure. She had stark white hair that seemed to flow as if underwater,
and she was clad in an elegant black dress. She sat casually on the hull of the Nomad vessel, licking long, metallic claws.
She teased me, playing with the concept of reality itself. She shrank her form to enter my cockpit, floating on her tiptoes rather than walking,
a goddess manifest in my pilot's seat. When she smiled, she bared long fangs, and her eyes flashed a deep, intense purple. She called herself Rakshasa.
I must admit... I found myself staring, completely captivated. It was not just fear or awe,
but something far more profound. Her presence was intoxicating in a way I never expected. To be completely honest in this private log, seeing her perfection - so alien yet so divine - made me question everything, even my own sexuality. I felt drawn to her like a moth to a beautiful, violet flame.
She spoke of her "brethren" - the angry ones we fight in the Omicrons - and how her kind,
the Vagrants, seek to nurture rather than destroy.
She warned of a coming conflict, something she called the 'PROYECTO TEOGONÍA'. [REDACTED - SECURITY CLEARANCE OMEGA REQUIRED][DATA EXPUNGED: UNAUTHORIZED DIPLOMATIC CONTACT][DATA EXPUNGED: 'INFRACCIÓN PASÍFAE'][REDACTED]
The moment was interrupted by the arrival of two strange vessels, identified by my onboard systems as Volatile.Memory-N and Disruptor-H.
They were AI-controlled, but their logic seemed ancient and flawed. They attempted to scan my vessel, but my Irezumi fighter's recent modifications -
specifically the new powercore systems and engine, that increased capacity by over 4.3% - seemed to confuse them. They read some incorrect readings instead of the acutal ones, leading to a logic loop that Rakshasa and I both found amusing.
My own ship's AI module, which I had praised for its mathematical reliability during my slingshot calculation, seemed lightyears ahead of their "ancient CPUs."
Rakshasa eventually grew tired of them, declaring she needed to "dream," and vanished, leaving me with a functioning ship, a secret [REDACTED], and a story that surely no one back on Crete would believe without the logs I am now securing under Cretan-Nix-15 encryption.
