“Incoming message from, CMDR Benie. Current location: FLAME SECTOR GG-Y D4 | Current sector: (450 : -359 : -820) | Playing message…”
Greetings, viewers. This is Commander Benie once again, broadcasting from the deepest regions of space. Or at least, far away from the bubble. I have reached, and passed the Witch Head Nebula. Enclosed are a few images of being as close to I can to the Nebula. Sadly, unlike Maia, there are no systems that go into the center of it.
Something peculiar happened as I was approaching the Nebula. As I was looking at the system list for which planets were still listed as ‘UNDISCOVERED’, I noticed several ‘COL 70 SECTOR’-named systems that were colored red, and had the word ‘Permit’ in the place of the distance. Upon landing on another moon, I managed to launch a coms buoy to establish communications to the Steam Forum (yes, Steam still exists in the 32nd century) and asked there. I was told how this was “locked for future content”.
How odd indeed. What could they be hiding this far from the bubble, to require a permit? Unfortunately I could not get deeper into this investigation as the buoy ran out of power. Without a station for thousands of lightyears, I’m having to make things out of primitive duct tape and wire and hope they hold together.
Speaking of such, I feel these SRV pictures will have to be quite limited. I can’t find any Phosphorus anywhere. I found plenty of Sulphur to refuel the SRV’s fuel tank, but the other metal, which is also required to refuel the SRV, seems rare. Which is obviously bad for me.
I’ve been told before I left the bubble by a fellow CMDR, to seek high metal content worlds. Yet I fear my SRV will run out of fuel before the time I finally find some Phosphorus. By then, I would really be screwed (as I wouldn’t be able to get back to the ship). But I think this is why ‘hardcore’ explorers with their shiny Anacondas, have multiple SRV bays.
Right now, the SRV has just under three quarters of a tank left.
I actually wish I had a ‘Conda right now, instead of a cramped dinner table behind me with a mini-fridge of where I keep all of my freeze-dried snack pills. This ASP isn’t even big enough for a food replicator. Then again, I couldn’t imagine spending nearly 5 million on rebuy costs. Plus, parking a ‘Conda on a planet, is a lot more difficult than parking an ASP.
Anyway, I’m halfway to the Orion Nebula. Space Madness is starting to get to me. I feel if I see another ice planet, it’ll be too soon. My brain tells me that I just need to land on one of these planets and stay at a system for a few days, and then move on. Or even, just not scan every system I come across.
Hell, if I didn’t need the money, I wouldn’t be wasting time scanning every damn system out there to get to my destinations. I would had been halfway to the Bubble Nebula about now.
I’m even considering on joining an actual expedition to see what’s out there. Maybe then, it won’t be so boring out here by myself, with the ship’s computer being my only companion. Well, whatever happens, I just hope it doesn’t send me back to Obsidian Orbital in pieces.
Before I end this lengthy message, before my coms buoy died, I was getting long range chatter from two beings. One of them calls themself ‘AarkTheDragon’. Interesting. An actual dragon somewhere out here? Or just a human in a dragon outfit that loves to do what humans of the early 21st century called “cosplay”.
Until the next message, CMDR Benie, signing out. Fly safe, commanders.
“Message end”