I dip My metaphorical Pen into the Ink for the last Time to compose this Message to my scientific and philosophical Brethren among the Rebel Hordes of Our common Homeworld, in the Hopes that It might serve to preserve at least Something of Our great Endeavour among the Stars.
You are no Doubt already aware of the Civil War ravaging our Colony: House against House, Our brave Vassals are dying in Droves on the Battlefield. With each passing Day, however, It becomes clearer and clearer that no House can emerge victorious; and with only the alien Wilderness of our Host Planet below us as a Refuge, I fear that the End is Near.
Sol 0: Something wrong. Ship woke me up. Location unknown. Fuck my life. Need coffee.
Sol 1: Drive broken. High-level systems disoriented. Manual calculations suggest minimal drift off-course. Every cloud apparently does have silver lining.
Sol 2: Source of malfunction identified as unmapped rogue planetoid. Confused computer shut self down with brute force.
Sol 3: Sensors online for reorientation. Estimated runtime: one day. Passing time by observing planetoid. Boring.
Sol 4: High-level systems fully oriented. Drive almost functional. Analysing data from planetoid. Composition: dunite covered by spotted methane glass.
Sol 5: Analysis re
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