July 30th, 2552 – Interesting and cold
Pilotcicle and sometimes Target Kat “S-Kat” James Reporting
It took another two walks to get the ship to the point where I had a chance of getting home, and after everything that happened with the torpedo – I took a third just to scour the outside of the ship and make sure there were no active homing beacons attached.
If they were using something passive I was in trouble because all my sensing equipment was attached to the drone. It didn’t really matter, I’d hint the point that I either left or died. I was too tired, too cold, to worry about anything else.
I flicked the switch to activate the engines and nothing happened. It took me about two minutes to go from swearing to laughing as I sent power to the warming units. The engine had been cold for almost two and a half days and the system had to be warmed so the fuel could flow to the engine and ignite.
Another two hours and I was ready to try again. This time she restarted and I can’t say for sure, but I thought I saw a jump point forming where the engine had exploded.
I don’t know, I was out of there and back into the well before anyone could notice – at least that’s what I hoped. I took two jumps, moving away from my point of arrival each time, and waiting half an hour to see if anything followed me. Then I took my final jump, not to the fleet but to a point just inside scanner range.
That way if I had been followed, they at least have some warning. I’m not sure what all happened – I know when I woke up I was in medical with an IV and an armed guard, but I was warm and even crackers tasted good.