Lee's Diary - Pilot of The Narcotic

[Narcotic]

Date: 29 September 819
System: Unknown
Location: Narcotic, Storage Deck.
Topic: Between nightmare and reality.

Seven days. And I still can't believe, that I'm not dreaming. Everything started when I decided to enter el Mer Mediterainee in Provence, once more in hope to find something. And we entered the gates of hell itself. I've been pretty sure, that there wasn't any warnings of incoming Ion Storms when I've left the Freeport, but to not much avail now.

So we found ourselves in the middle of an enormous Ion Storm. I've never seen such terrifying natural phenomenon before. From one second to the other, all our systems went offline. The communication, navigation, and weapon systems were broken. Fortunately, my engineers managed to get the ship machines running mechanically. Still, I had to find an exit out of this disaster.

Since the monitoring system have refused the service, too. We had to navigate the ship manually. Which was a pain. Your eyes weren't able to see anything out there. Just blue thick clouds. What a sweaty affair it was... We could have blindly ran into a planet's atmosphere or large asteroid field. But we were lucky. After a while, we had visual contact to an unknown jumphole. Well, we had no clue, if that jumphole already existed in the gallic database. It could have been the Corse jumphole for example. But our navigation system were, as already said, dead. So I had to decide whether to stay in the deadly storm, or hope, that this unknown jumphole is stable. Intuitively, I controled the ship into the jumphole's center.

Suddenly I got blinded by a bright white light. My eyes felt like they were pushed through my brain... stunning pain. That was all I remembered, when I fell over and fainted.

I felt, like I've been asleep for years, when I woke up on the medical deck. Silence. The engines weren't running. No talking noise on the corridors. Deathly quiet. "Is this real?" I've asked myself. I had no proof for that. My legs hurted when I walked towards the door to the corridor. I had a nervous feeling when I left the room. Traces of blood. On the ground. At the walls. Human cadavers. Remnant of a furious battle. I've almost puked on the floor, when I abruptly heard strong human voices, coming down from the floor. I pushed my body at a wall into the shadow and listened. "The ship is ours, sir. We've jailed the survivors on deck 4 in the large common room." Two men in green uniforms went by right in front my nose. I cut the breathing. "No sight of the ship's captain, sir. No rescue capsules are missing aswell. We'll find him sooner or later. Let's find the cloaking device and finish our mission."

When those two shapes in military uniforms passed by. I sneaked off to the Storage deck nearby. Where I'm hiding now, trying to figure out a plan. Whatever their business is, why are they interested in my malfunction cloaking device? Hopefully, this entry won't be my last one...

"Please, let it be just a nightmare!"