I couldn't sit around on the fuel issue any longer, me and the crew took the tough decision to fly out to the Sigmas this evening. It was a rough journey, I'll say that much, but we did make it in one, albeit rough, piece.
Shoulda taken the hint that this run was going to be cursed, pretty much from the get go we had issues with the old girl. System outages, the usual, persistent this time mind you. Made it out to the Hudson hole in Texas before the real issues started. Bloody Weasel shut down entirely, controls unresponsive. We were a sitting duck, which is of course the time a god damn Xeno patrol came over to offer their assistance. Course that means a lot of gunfire, something we couldn't repay.
Probably five minutes before we had systems up and running again, felt like a lifetime with those bastards out there shooting the mulch out of my girl. As soon as we had fire control up and running we gave those sods the good news. Managed to pick up one of their pods in the aftermath too, but you know, I'm a clumsy fella, may have lost it in a nebula somewhere. Shame. It's a nasty way to go, suffocating in the vacuum of space. They deserve far worse.
Hudson, Hamburg, all went as okay as you'd expect, slightly less power in engine three, she was sparking something fierce. Made it into Frankfurt and headed for Bruchsal Base looking for supplies. Sadly this time they didn't seem to have much for me an the lads so we cracked on. After some critical repairs of course.
We made Sigma 13 our target, Newport Station to be exact. Which I would have said went well, if it had have done. It was nice using lanes again, I will say that. When coming out of the lanes we were set upon my a small Corsair patrol, which seemed to cut our shields like it was made out of jelly. Managed to get away thankfully, roughly in the direction of Newport, or so I thought. Ended up lost in a sodding gas field, ripped a few guns off the ship while flying through, engine 3 isn't sparking anymore, it's dead. Hull is torn up. Nerves are frayed. Could have gone better in all honesty. We did make it though, turns out we weren't lost, just taking the worst route possible.
Got a full load of H-Fuel ready to load. Having the Weasel looked over by the engineers here since they seem to know what they're talking about. Once we're repaired enough for the return journey we'll be off.
Avoiding the explosive gas clouds this time of course.
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