FIELD TRANSMISSION
Recently, I took my first step out of the station life, most of you do not know me but that is fine, if you did, that would mean your on-board computer and communications gear would have at some point malfunctioned. We put a lot of care into each of the vessels, but moreso our stations and remote equipment. It's a quaint little room with a handful of people you will probably never meet because most of us require quiet and focus to work.
Some of you might have seen me on duty guiding people in to dock on Pacifica...
Anyway, not important. I am sending this to all of us who work with the more delicate parts of our operations as well as the ones aware of the excursion along which I was sent, so as not to clog up the public channels until all of the information is sorted. It will take some time, I am still receiving readings from some of my- ah, yes.
I might seem a little out of place here, among our brothers and sisters working the lanes and the shipyard.
But we're all specialists at something, we workers. Without us recluses at the back, your computer wouldn't tell you what your scanner reads, or which one of your friends is hailing you.
Which is why I was so adamant I come along and deploy the survey probes on behalf of the union.
It's... I don't really like flying the ships myself?
But I am glad I did.
The point? Ah yes, let's uh, have the summary.
We proceeded into the omegas as per planned, though with the hessian presence, many of our original number had to distract our, hm... "neighbors".
I am glad to report seeing most of them have made it home, but they could not continue with us at the time.
So, we went into the omegas, deep into them, the hessian presence is surprising so far away from the tradelanes, though they appear to be fighting the corsairs very heavily in one such system.
Beyond there, however, we found something surprising.
Unmanned vessels broadcasting communications!
...I am not sure I can classify them as unmanned. The vessels themselves appeared to be the ones communicating. Like a... Imagine one of the machines that automate certain docking environments, we have a few of those in reserve- not important.
Where was I?
Oh yes, they were broadcasting signals that were, well, not broadcasts the way we communicate ship-to-ship.
I have a habit of watching the ECC (Electronic Combat Console), it's like an oldschool scanning function these days, and- let's face it, if you're in a snubcraft and being shot at, you're not going to try and also disrupt the other fighter's internal systems. Though it can replace energy-hampering weaponry, it is more an art for subterfuge, or sufficiently advanced ships with a larger crew count.
Or if you're looking for cloaks or other ships after your scanner has been disabled.
...I'm getting off track so I will right my course again.
I noticed they were sending a variety of signals that followed some manner of patterns.
We, I jury rigged a solution- I still have the burns, by the way!
I managed to rewire the comms array to send and record signals in pulses. I've attached a file on what to look for, if anyone is particularly interested.
Anyway, we worked out a way to communicate with them, though it feels extremely inelegant of a solution, like trying to not accidentally insult someone. I could only really guess at how to speak to these autono- intelligent machines.
They seemed to understand coding well enough, if we had a better software expert on hand I could ask, we could probably go over the logs to have a basic syntax, which we could, maybe, convert to a speech function with our own vessels- though I would suggest at least a frigate class for housing the machinery required to make it 'fluent' if we consider it in the future.
...But we may not have to.
We lost them in the asteroid fields after a while- the hessians were practically omnipresent in the system at the time, relentless, but not smart enough to send a proper squadron at a time- so we managed to slip into a completely uncharted set of systems, as far as we can tell.
Much to my chagrin, the hessian presence prevented me from grabbing a visual recording of that encounter.
While I will be able to extract more visual data in time, I am focusing on logging the numbers from our excursion. I have attached a scant few images from the first system, I'm sure some of the other members of our excursion have better ones.
We found several planets in the next system- and back to the important part about the previous encounter, we met another one of these machine vessels- this one fully capable of communicating with and self-correcting its language use- our language! It joined us and showed us the way to further systems, one highly anomalous zone full of hazards- but potentially fuel, if we had any way of handling active, natural fission material...
But moreso it was a pathway to the Fischer anomaly.
For those of you who don't know- that's a black hole documented a while back.
I have attached a few more images of this, it is breathtaking...
But I will admit I had my stomach in my throat the whole time.
Our exploration vessel did find something extraordinary inside one shattered planet there, I will refrain from talking in depth about it, but I'm sure the news has hit at least one of the processing crews while we decide on if it is achievable for us to extract more of this. But we definitely need to come back more prepared next time.
Now, I will likely hand in a full, detailed debrief with time, but right now we are sorting through the data the probes are sending before their batteries die out so I will sign off for now, just keep an eye on the infobank if you're interested in geology. This could be a new frontier for us- and if we're lucky and stumble across more intelligent machines, perhaps we could make some friends, ja? Anyway, I'm headed to Pacifica with some data so we can see if we have the means to process this-
If not, I have someone in mind. But I would prefer if someone with more experience handled such decisions. I will focus on what I am good at while the data is still fresh.
This could be important for the unioners.