Today… i do not want to describe after log 4… but… i must…
Returned from my trip, the routes were quiet, relaxing. Paying respects was always useful in clearing my head a bit. Returned to Delta, to witness a freeport party making its way towards two alien vessels. It was.. maybe five against two of the aliens… and.. i waited back as “last line of defence”. Yeah… i know. Several minutes later….numerous explosions. No humans returned from the battle… only the two aliens showed briefly. Miss White had docked, presumably to get some kind of supplies, then bolted towards the hidden Minor jumphole…
I followed. Out of curiosity, a need to talk. I don’t know rightly why i tried. Lost her in the nebula. I went through anyway. Halfway round the dead rock of toledo… Order contact. This was bad. I wasn’t allowed clearance here.. and order weren’t known for hospitality without good reason. Time to make up one.
The order believed me, but by the time they had escorted me to Mu for reprieve from the “alien threat”, i hadn’t the time to even attempt contact with Miss Whites distorted signal. I headed back to Delta, and arrived back… to the feeling of a presence in my mind…
It, spoke of urgency, and the “graves of darklings”… that… could only mean one place. What i saw next… i choked. Miss White… wounded bad, her pod damaged… in Alaska… Why Alaska? And what happened…?
The alien that issued my urgency, watched as i first checked her vitals, then dropped my shields, scooped her into my cargo bay. I set the ship up to autopilot to Freeport, attempting to strap her somewhere she wouldn’t be in so much danger. I never paid too close attention to the alien, nor the damage to the wrecked ships…
Freeport granted my emergency land request, and in minutes she was swarmed by the med team. Barely enough time to slip a hastily scrawled note into her mangled flightsuit pocket. But i managed it. If she survived…. She would know where to find me…. If she were to be well enough to try….
