Day 1: 3567: My ship is launching today. That damned tentacle monster under our feet made a mistake by giving us ten fucking years! Well anyways, April 16, 3567, the day of this planet's death. I am Preservations Officer E06-6111, and I am set out to keep humanity alive. *an audio log clicks in as it seems to record the blasting of a pod engine*
((Since I didn't specify in the last message, This is only accessible onboard the computer on the Marshal Squad Chaser, The Marauder)) Fast forwarding... *Audio Log* Day 85: 3568: many days I've been out here. This is day 85 of drifting. I've run across some people and I'm due for interview on Marathon. I also got some fuel and I can go anywhere! *tries to sound excited* So boring in space. I thought Blast off>Find planet>get people. Not that easy I guess. This is Ethan Britton signing off, filled with boredom.
