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A wreck is the last clone's destroyed ship (if a previous run ended with death) in Everspace, just a random shipwreck, or a freighter wreck.

Player Wrecks[ | ]

The player can find the previous clone's ship in maps marked with "Icon-Map-Wreck" once the Retrieval Perk is level 1. Once leveled up enough, the wreck can be salvaged for various resources and equipment from the wreckage.

Player wrecks will only disappear when collected on a run that ends with a win or a loss. If collected on a run that is later reset using the in-game menu, the wreck will still appear in future runs.

Freighter Wrecks[ | ]

Freighter wrecks are fairly common in all sectors (except Sector 7). They are a small debris field of a destroyed freighter that has several unbroken freighter containers, which can be destroyed for various resources and equipment, or can drop nothing at all. The wreck's marker will disappear once all cargo containers have been opened.

Random shipwrecks[ | ]

Throughout the sectors, random wreckages from deceased pilots are also found. It is not marked with the Wreck icon, however. The wreck can be approached and the ship's logs can be scanned, revealing several log entries from the pilot and rewarding some Credits, usually around $1,000 to $2,500, depending on difficulty and luck.

List of Log Entries[ | ]

All of these log entries were submitted by Kickstarter backers who pledged money for the €250 or the €300 level. However, it seems not all 135 eligible backers submitted one, as there are only 28 in the game. However, some submissions may just not have been appropriate for the Everspace universe.

2nd Lt Vassie 'Quiet' Phoenix
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Day 31

Shore leave can be painful. We went into town and found a nice little bar. I didn't think I had that much to drink, but found myself in my bunk this morning with bruises everywhere. Whatever they put into that beer, I am avoiding the stuff from now on.

Day 33

This is a new one for me. The local military base escorted First Officer Mike Lowe off the ship. Rumor has it he broke into the Captain's room and tried to make off with the navigation equipment. This doesn't make any sense. He was on shore leave last night and was planning of meeting a girl he knew in town. Something strange is going on.

Day 43

The mess is short on food? I thought we just resupplied, but when I got my turn for breakfast, they were out of mine. Brian 'Pepper' Samuals, our cook, said he was simply out, and I should just deal with it.

Day 45

Ok, now I know something is going on. This time, dinner time, and the cook take my cornbread out of my hand and won't let me eat it. What the heck is going on? He ate it as I watched, and then told me he was out of cornbread also. I think I need to get off this ship at the next stop. I have never been on a trip like this.

Aedan Everett
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Day 1

Jess never came home last night. Starting to get worried. She's a capable pilot, I know, but I have a bad feeling, Going to try to track her down, there may be a mechanical failure. Or maybe... No, I can't think like that now. Gotta stay focused. Day 3 No sign of her so far. My sense of unease is growing. Something is seriously wrong. Damn it all. Day 5 I found the wreckage. Didn't even get the chance to say goodbye before they struck. Bloody pirates. I've come out too far without supplies. Everything's failing now. Life Support, shields, everything. I guess this is it then. Day 6 The air is getting heavy; it's making me tired. Think I might rest my eyes for a bit. When I close my eyes, I can almost see her standing there. Waiting. Where was I going? Can't... remember. Home? That's right, I was going home. Jess is waiting for me... Don't worry love... I'll be there soon...

Big Al
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Day 1:

We're testing the latest stealth tech for HQ, disguising our ship as a freighter - it feels like flying a bus! The navigator mentioned false readings - objects appearing and then disappearing on radar - interference from the cloaking tech. She created a patch for the program - seems to work - she's due a promotion!

Day 5:

Received instructions from command to cross the Dareius Asteroid Belt and scan some sectors for safety assessment. The crew is not happy about the flight path - it's been a pretty bumpy so far and they're not so keen to enter a shipwrecker zone, especially with untried tech...

Update:

The navigator has come up with another patch to help avoid the more hazardous asteroids - confidence is back and riding high.

Day 7:

The tech is holding up. The auto-nav algorithm is predicting the path of all collision risks. Crew seems content...

Day 8:

All navigation systems lost - can't reboot - switching to manual nav. Stealth still functions. Can't request assistance due to risk of alerting the hostiles to the mission.

Day 9: We're being pounded by debris - the ship has taken a beating - no matter how we maneuver, asteroids come right at us. It's as if we were a magnet for them... I have never seen anything like this!

Day 13:

We've landed on a large asteroid to recuperate. The crew are exhausted, the ship is battered beyond recognition. At least we were able to scan the rendezvous sectors and send the results to command. Extraction team is on its way.

Day 15:

Rescue team was intercepted by outlaws. We watched them being slaughtered from our hidden position, unable to help. It was terrible.

Day 18: Crew are mutinous, blaming the navigator for our predicament. Can they be right? Did the patch she made actually act as a beacon?

Update:

Charlotte Cummins, ship navigator, age 44, ejected into space by crew. RIP.

Day 27:

We have managed to salvage parts from the rescue vessel, enough for makeshift repairs. The crew have voted to make an attempt at pushing through the belt. From there, we'll just have to drift in space in the hope some friendlies find us before hostiles!

Day 30:

Oxygen is nearly depleted and no signs of vessels in the vicinity. Crew are to hold a vote on opening the air hatches and speeding up the inevitable.

Billy-bob
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Last Entry:

Stupid space hippies! I can't believe I was hired to haul live cargo all across the sector by some damn cosmic commune! Can't pay their bills, can't fuel me up, don't serve liquor... don't even eat meat! did they really expect me to hand over these poor animals so that they could be forced into a life of deprived vegetarianism? Of course, they call the authorities and now I've got a warrant out for my arrest... Well now I've got a cargo-hold full of restless pumas and I ain't planning to turn them over! If you're reading this, you lousy hippies, I won't let you feed broccoli to a carnivore! It just ain't natural!

Captain... (DATA_CORRUPTED)
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Log Entry: Day [47]

A few days ago I found this package on the black market. Seller wanted it off his hands as fast as possible - too hot for him. Package was government, capital letters classified. Inside was a polished metallic ornate orb, covered by patterns that looked like constellations and regularly dotted With circular indentations. I thought I'd been played, but when it activated, it projected a holographic display. Strange writing and a system I couldn't recognize, but the star map was easy enough to decipher. It directed to something... the opportunist in me sees the potential of reward, so away I go into the unknown.

Log Entry: Day [54]

What I found was even greater than my wildest dreams. It's massive. A huge metal sphere, just like the orb, but roughly 2360 km in diameter, circling a black hole. Venturing inside, it was lit, had an atmosphere, With moving layers of rings like a gigantic gyroscope. A brilliant light shone at the center. It's too hard to express the awe I felt in words. With this discovery, I will be rich beyond belief!

Log Entry: Day [55]

I am lost. The docking bay which allowed me in so easily has just vanished seemlesslv into the endless outer walls. The swaying gravitational pulls from the motion within the spere are making me increasingly ill. I am alone, but I sense I am being watched at every moment. I am filled with dread as a pulsating sound throbs through to my bones.

Log entry: Day [57]

I have managed to find my craft and escape the sphere. The experience has left me shaken, disoriented and afraid. I can still hear the throbbing sound and can not sleep. Must put more distance between me and... whatever that was.

Log entry: Day [63]

I am being followed. Surely, that must be the case. I encountered and hailed a mining ship yesterday, the first contact I have had since my adventure began. It began to approach my craft but then the throbbing sound became more intense and the mining ship just imploded into a wisp of plasma dust before my eyes. Am I hallucinating? I am too afraid to sleep and have been taking stimulants to stay alert. Images of a colossal, tentacled being on my trail keep flashing into my mind, although can still see nothing.

Log Entry: Day [DATA _ CORRUPTED]

I reached a military station and momentarily felt relief, I had found refuge. We spoke on the com. and they were warning me that it was a restricted area, but before I could explain my predicament. all I heard was screaming and twisting metal and then it was gone. The whole station, just gone. Am I cursed?

Log entry: Day (DATA _ CORRUPTED]

I can't stop shaking... stimulants depleted. I have been running more days than I can count. Is it waiting for me to sleep? I must fight the tiredness. The maps indicate that I am only a few more jumps to civilization - safety, if I can just make it there. My eyes feel heavy, my soul feels sick...

Captain Alan L. Espasandin
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DAY 246

We lost our co-pilot today. During an attempted rescue of a drilling pod he was crushed by falling debris.

DAY 266

It has been twenty days since we lost our co-pilot, the crew is tired and most of them incapacitated from operating errors. We are filling our last container. Heading back to the TruEarth Refinery tomorrow.

DAY 270

We got a late start back... I am saddened to report that I am alone. The TruEarth Titan was hit by a rogue asteroid yesterday, The impact split the ship in half... I am in the bridge section, the rest of the crew is in the rear, but we have no contact and I don't know if they are alive, or if they know I am. I hope someone eventually finds me... I'll hunker down in the escape pod until I am rescued. The only movie on the database is 'Deet n' Bax Save th' World' - I am truly screwed. Tell my wife love her.

Captain Daljit Chandi
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Day 1: I sold damn near everything I owned (and a few things I didn't), but I got the money to buy my own ship. It's an older fighter, but she handles like a dream. I'll be living out my own dream of exploring the galaxy and living off what I find and salvage. Today is the start of what I expect will be a magnificent future!

Day 5: The future is not magnificent. It's brutal, scary, and pirates are a bunch of jerks. I was salvaging an old wreck when they attacked. I won but I barely made it out with my ship intact. I'll need to find a shipyard soon. This system is crawling with pirates, so I'm going to jump to another one to find a repair facility.

Day 12: I've done a lot of running for my life lately. I got my ship mostly repaired only to be attacked again after my next jump. You know who's worse than pirates? Aliens. Bunch of unreasonable malcontents. I escaped, but I'm being hunted. I don't know how much longer I can last. I need to make repairs to... Oh crap they're back, I have to--

Captain Julien Kessler
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Personal Log (FINAL ENTRY):

Hi Maggie, I don't have much time. I was attacked by a swarm of outlaws, and I beat them off, but they got enough of me too. I can't leave the system, and I'm sure they'll be back with reinforcements.

Please know that I fought like hell to get back to you, to hold you, and that I'll continue to fight to the last.

I hope this message reaches you so that you'll know I didn't despair. I'm thinking of the weekend at Lake Louise, never making it out of the hotel room. The way your hair smells like Autumn during a fall dig. And your smirk, wondering when I'll crack as you go on about the composition of such and such rock.

Thank you for rescuing that nervous girl at her first off-world bar. For making me laugh like no one else can. For making me feel like I belong. For being my home. These last 7 years were everything to me. I love you, Maggie. I love you.

-Julien

Cpt. Kirion of the Zicron Corporation
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Day: 45

It has been over a month since the pirate raid. Life support is functional and rations are stocked for another 6 months. Navigation and propulsion are still out. We burnt up the engines jumping out of the attack. Status of the rest of the convoy is still unknown. Heck I don't even know where we are. Navigation was taken out just before we made the jump.

Day: 50

We have managed to get some propulsion back and navigation is intermittent at best. We are slowly making our way to what looks to be asteroid system in the hopes of finding a mining operation.

Day: 55

We are under attack! there was a ............... asteroid belt........... life support fai.......................
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help.................................................................................................
....... Sonia........lov.................. sorr...................

Captain P.
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1st ENTRY

What an exciting day! My first trip with this new cargo vessel, a brand new hyperdrive and lots of space - more than my previous one had! Enough talk, en route for the first pick up. Just one short jump away.

2nd ENTRY

This can't be happening! Just a few seconds of use and the hyperdrive malfunctions. It blew up and most of the ship's systems are dead. There is no secondary power supply. I'm stranded in unoccupied territory. Sending a distress signal...

3rd ENTRY

No answer to my distress call yet. Keep trying, but losing energy fast.

4th ENTRY

Not sure if I've been here for hours or days, but feeling quite lonely. I must be in the middle of nowhere, no answers to my distress calls...

LAST ENTRY

This will be my last entry. Life support systems are at critical. It's bitter cold and oxygen level is low. I should have spent some more money on backup systems. Captain P., out.

Edward J. Duggins
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Stealing this ship turned out to be a mistake. I have no idea what all these controls do or how I got here. There's a button labeled 'SD', I can only assume it means 'Singularity Drive'. There us but one way to find out...
Franciso Martinez
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Day 1

Override code cost me a fortune, but it let me take this ship in seconds. Clipped wingtip at end of runway. Rough landing when engines cut out. Days work to fix. Rogan will be pissed at the delay.

Day 2

Damage is more serious than I thought. Torn metal cut both hydraulic and fuel lines. Fixed both, but fluid levels are low. Will handle engine damage tomorrow. With this one job, I can finally get Rogan off my back.

Day 3

Hot today. Nothing to drink anywhere. Bashed engine fairing back into position with a rock. Cut my hands. Must rest, but with Rogan charging me 25 percent interest a day, I've got to keep going.

Day 4

Tried engine start, no battery power. Set up a solar panel to charge it.

Day 5

Engine started. Alarm lights on the dash. Lost the rest of my hydraulic fluid somehow. Going nowhere. If I can't get the ship to Rogan today, I'll end up owing him again.

Day 6

No sleep. Tired. Thirsty. Seeing double, hard to focus. I'm screwed.

Frank 'Frankie' Drake
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Entry 53

Acquired a big haul of booty this trip. Tomorrow stopping at a nearby station to sell it off. Looking forward to some R&R. Some fluctuations in the power systems. Need to look into that.

Entry 54

Had to make a quick exit from the station. How was I to know the waitress was the bartender's daughter?

Entry 55

Power issues are becoming worse. Ducked out so quick that I guess they weren't quite done with the repairs. I'll just have to limp along to the next spaceport.

Humphrey D. Feathershaw
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Day 1

So here I am, Humphrey D. Feathershaw the Third, making his first grand voyage in space! Mummy said hauling cargo would be dangerous, but whenever I was around my Grand-papa's house he'd read me stories of the space pioneers and by Jove I'm determined to make it out here!

Day 19

Some ruffians hailed my ship today and demanded my cargo. I tried to reach and amicable agreement with them but they started firing! I was only saved by the kindness of a passing vessel. The whole experience has left me rather discombobulated...

Day 73

I... I killed someone! After my earlier experience, I had some weapons installed on the ship. I was attacked once again, but my superior equipment won me the fight, and his vessel was consumed in a ball of plasma flame. The strangest thing? I didn't feel bad about it. As his bio-sign faded on my scanner, I felt nothing at all other than the hum of my engine reminding me I needed to get my cargo delivered. Is this what life in space will always be like?

Day 569

Looking back on my early logbook entries gave me a good laugh. I don't bother with such frivolities anymore. I was such a noob back then! I must be up to, what, 50 ships destroyed by now. My ship resembles less of a freighter and more of a gunship than anything else. I walked into a bar yesterday on some dive of a station and the other patrons avoided making eye-contact out of sheer terror. I've made quite a name for myself. If fear is the only currency going in this hellish corner of space, I've made a good investment.

Joyce Tenner
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Finally! My very own space ship. About time, too! I don't want to sit in Aleen's jalopy anymore, listening to her brag about those plushy control sticks or her annoying new boyfriend. Uhh... he works at Aeterna, he makes so much credits. Aeterna my BOTTOM [censored / HIVE]! She'll never know what it's like to work her BOTTOM [censored / HIVE] off for her own things! That's why I didn't take her along for today's joyride. That and Anthony! Oh, Anthony! I met him on Spacebook and he seemed so nice and he was so interested in my new ship, what a great guy! Today I will meet him! He wrote me that I should come alone, I think it's going to be romantic! He sent me the coordinates and I'm gonna be on my way soon! Oh what a joy! He said he'd welcome me with all he got. And that's exactly what I need right now! See, Aleen? Who's the FEMALE DOG [censored / HIVE] now?
Kellen Till
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Day 9

They're nearby - my instincts tell me that, even if the scanners don't How are they onto me? They can't have tracked me and nobody knew meeting point. Look, this can still play out well - just stay focused and think of the reward

Day 10

They're here... Those armaments and shields look unusually strong this far out? I can't outrun or outgun them, maybe I can outsmart them? For once I gotta shot up, shut the ship down and pray I can hide this out. After all, if they don't see or hear me, was I ever actually there eh?! Kellen - if you make it out of this you've got to ask yourself if this risk is worth it anymore...

Day 12

Who said space was cold. I'm burning up in here with the life-support down. This could be my lucky break though... There's some debris about to pass by... should be a cinch to gently guide the ship into its path and drift away from them. Only catch is I gotta power up for a second or two...

Lieutenant Commander Kwa' Dazok
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Entry 01

Something big hit me! I've lost navigational control, the transmission system is down and all engines are offline. I'm sorry Kia! But I guess I won't make it in time for the holidays!

Entry 02

The weapons system are back online. It looks like I have a leak somewhere, however. I am losing oxygen. There's no hope of rescue unless I can fix the transmitter.

Entry 03

For a moment, I thought I was being rescued, but when they were close enough I realized the trouble I was in - Raiders! They thought I was sitting duck, but they clearly didn't expect that my weapons were still working. I just waited until they were close enough and then...

Entry 04

My oxygen is running low. One of the pirate wrecks seems still in working order, I've been working non-stop to try repair it. Now I will make the attempt to transfer onto it and hope that it can get me out of here. This might be my last message. I love you Kia!

Lt. Arthur T. Burns
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Day 15:

Something must have hit the shield generator during the last hyper jump. Had to dismantle the plasma cannon for some spare parts. Now the shield works again like a charm.

Day 21:

There is no logical explanation why the damn exterior hull is constantly losing integrity. Seems my only chance is to assemble a repair drone. I'm only missing a few components.

Day 26:

After some desperate days of search I have finally found the reason for the structural decay. Some sort of parasite has infested the lower hull parts. I think I will need some fire. Preparing a fusion discharge...

Lt. Maxwell
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Finally some time to update my logbook. That's not because I got so much to tell but it seems I got stuck in this system. Bought this ship in a neighboring system for my collection but it seems that it's really crappy! My hyper drive broke down again and - BAM! Here I am. I managed to shoot down some attackers, they called themselves Outlaws... witty bunch of guys! Seen one, seen 'em all!

Anyhow, controls became inoperative and I had to call this tentacle-waggling friend of mine to get me out of here. I hope he comes soon! Got a large supply of implants on board that needs to be delivered...


(This is a reference to Keith T. Maxwell, the protagonist of the Galaxy On Fire games.)

Michael K. Daegelnet
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1st ENTRY

Made it out of the port with the goods. Security checked me but I am too smart for them. Currently waiting at the venue where I will split the profit with Knal and Gulash. I wonder why they did not tell me when they will be here.

2nd ENTRY

Something is fishy about this system. Scanners show an awful amount of radiation. I boosted my shields but it is just devouring my ship. I don't want to risk running into patrols with my kind of cargo... Where are they?

3rd ENTRY

My ship is almost dead. This stuff is killing me. Long-range scan shows two approaching ships... I can't read their tags anymore.

Mr. LBM
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Day 1

Finally a chance to make log entries. Bought this little baby from a guy called G. Burrows who didn't have clue what it was. With all the speed limits in his system he never got higher than cruise speed, guess he forgot to equip an FTL - feels like new.
Feel a bit sorry for ripping him off, but who cares he was loaded anyway.

Day 3

In my excitement at getting a deal I forgot to check if the manuals were on board, damn, half the stuff is missing. Only got that stupid quick starte guide... and the computer is still voice-printed to Burrows... this could be a problem...

Day 5

Have been searching the whole damn ship for two days now, can't find any manuals or overwrite commands and not much left to eat. Buying this 8900 series was maybe a bad idea... not to mention all the cargo I have on board and wanted to sell for some nice profit...

Day 6

Distress call is up since yesterday... no sign of help...

Day 7

Worst case scenario has transpired - pirates... auto-defense activation impossible without manuals... why me, why me...

Nico Broemson
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Day 1

Flightschool is out after a hard slof! Still hungover after the graduation ceremony. Today is my first day as a freelance pilot! Now taking a look at spaceships in my price range.

Day 3

Nothing I've seen is to my liking - all with poor shielding or in bad repair. Not safe enough for what I'm planning to do!

Day 6

Okay, it's small, but cute. I had to haggle a bit for it, but it's the one I want. I wonder if I should give it a name? I know - Daisy!

Day 7

I am now the captain of my very own ship! Signed the contract this morning. Down-payment was transferred but I'll have to work the rest off. No hyperdrive, but, hey, there's room for improvements.

Day 18

Earning a living out here is harder than I expected. Small jobs keeping my busy, but I'll be in this system forever paying off the bills. I need a better plan, I must be more ambitious!

Day 27

Got an assignment which pays great, but my current employers are suspect, to say the least. No idea what I'm carrying, but whatevers in cargo is making a hell of a racket!

Day 47

The credits are pouring in! I'll have that hyperdrive in no time!

Day 56

I stayed at the station the whole day watching Daisy get her new Hyperdrive. Here goes my first jump!

Oren Sabacca Marcus
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SOL Day 757

It's been so long since we've been outside. Over two Sol years we've been stuck in this ship. But that ends soon. Our delivery is almost complete. It has been so hard to stay hidden, away from the others. No ship must see us. No scanner must detect us. No being must know we're here... Not yet.

SOL Day 770

We've arrived at the meeting place. A strange part of space. I'm not familiar with these surroundings. But no matter. Once we get our credits, we're gone. Honestly, I'm nervous. She's nervous. How will the exchange go down. A part of me wonders if they will even show up. So far they haven't... Not yet.

SOL DAY 779

It's done. Finished. No more hiding. No more cloaking. No more silence. Thank the 'verse. It's time to reconnect. Time to enjoy the return on this 2+ year investment. Time to start that life we've been dreaming about. But truthfully, something tells me we aren't yet truly free from our burden... Not yet.

Private J. H. Heaven
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1st entry: Wow, finally my first adventure!!! New ship and ready for adventures... let's get this going and shoot some of those bandits.

2nd entry: Well, things didn't go as planned... after one week I decided to join a bandit group named Team Guardians... They are so cool and it's really fun to shoot at unarmed traders!

3rd entry: So, this guy, he names himself Weatherstation (what an idiot), doesn't want me to get a share of the loot... I have barely enough money to buy food and I can't leave the group now or I guess they would kill me...

4th entry: After four weeks with near to no food, I finally escaped the bandits... Hopefully they won't chase me...

5th entry: They're after me! Hyperdrive is damaged... can't even get away... hiding in this asteroid...

6th entry: Life support damaged................. THEY FOUND ME ......CAN SOMEONE HEAR ME?? MAYDAY MAYD............................................. [END OF LOGBOOK]

Scar Fino
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Day 8

After harsh encounters with some Colonial Fleet scouts there are only three of us left.

Day 10

We scoured one of our distant hunting zones today in hopes of a bigger score. I got a tip that a big shipment of dark matter would be coming through the area.

Day 13

I put my shielding to the test and came out on top. With my shields ability to tank more damage I was able to finally get my hands on the dark matter shipment. Mike and Tim weren't so lucky but hey... more for me.

Simon Talon, mercenary for hire
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Day 14

It's been two weeks since I made my last jump. I should have dished out the extra credits for the fuel but it's too late now. Food supplies are starting to dwindle. I think I have another week's worth of rations left. If there's one thing I learned in the army, it was to make supplies stretch. I'm not the only one stranded in this sector. I found a ship with an outlaw. The weapons systems were damaged on both of our ships, so we just talked. He hasn't told me his name yet, I haven't told him mine either, but he has been trying to convince me to salvage both of our ships so that we can meet up with some friends of his.

Day 17

As of late I have been considering his offer, maybe I'll join the Outlaws. There's good money in it and I could always use the extra credits. I'm going to talk to him about it today.

Day 20

Today's the day. We've spent the last two days salvaging what we can and we're ready to make the jump. It's a little bit cramped but if what he's promising is true, there will be enough food and credits for both of us, but as a safety measure I've rigged up the ship to blow if my vitals drop. Though I expect to make another logbook entry soon, until then, Simon Talon signing off, for now.

So-Nye
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Day 26

I am so close but still so far away. The uncharted planet that has been calling for me all my life is just a parsec away, but it will take an eternity to get there without a functioning hyperdrive. That damned planet! My father was the first to discover it, and my goal is to reach it and name it in his memory. I must fulfill my obligations.

Day 29

Have I been sabotaged? Does someone else intend to reach the planet first for the naming rights? Such things have been turning over in my mind as I sit here helpless moving only at a crawling pace towards my destination. There is no poetry to the random name K700, it reflects none of its mystery. Mallory, after my father, is much more suitable!

Day 34

This might be my last message. The radar has picked up several approaching vessels in attack formation. Not much I can do besides sit and be at their mercy. I should have paid more attention in flight school, then maybe I could have repaired something. I should have just let that planet be...

Zyxtiq A. Pittman
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1st ENTRY

Thanks to that inheritance money, I finally have my own ship. I get to choose when and where I want to go. I know I ought to go directly to pay my respects, but I'm tempted to scavenge a bit on the way and make the trip pay for itself. A little detour won't hurt anybody.

LAST ENTRY

I should have known the price tag on this ship was too good to be true. A few blasts from some outlaws and it starts to fall apart. I managed to jump away, but now I am out of fuel, out of nanobots, and the controls are unresponsive. I just hope someone finally answers my distress call.

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