This is it. We're going to die. We've had a good run but our luck was never going to last. I knew we were dead when we lost Nimki. She was one of the best engineers that I have seen on my long service. Looks like the rebels are going to win this one. Our ship will be blown to bits and we will very quickly suffocate by being blown out into the depths of space. The ship will be stripped of weapons and anything that can be sold on as scrap. If any of us get picked up by the pirates that destroyed the ship then we will be sold as slaves. Either that or shot. We were a crew of Federation loyalists. I'm surprised they haven't arrived already, wanting to torture what we know out of us. Before they finally kill us. If I'm honest, I hope we all all asphyxiate. I think we'd all rather that than being tortured by rebel scum or sold on as slaves to work on the ships of pirates and rebels. We started off with just a skeleton crew. There were only three of us. Me, Giles and Nimki. But as we travelled our crew grew. More loyalists joined us, as well as a couple of slaves that we rescued off slave traders. We had refused to give up any of our own crew and engaged them in battle, they were overpowered and in exchange for their own pitiful lives they offered us a slave. We always took them on board rather than let them die. They had done nothing wrong and were grateful for being saved and freed. We never forced anyone to stay on our ship, it was always of their own free will. I guess that's all for nothing now. There are breaches along our hull and I can hear a couple of the pirates on the desk, mutilating our controls. We're sitting ducks. I can hear the hull creaking and groaning under the impact of their weapons. I am writing this from the med bay for if anyone ever happens upon it. We died fighting for a noble cause.

Oh God. This is it. I can hear the hull screeching and coming apart. The tearing of metal. Giles' scream. The ship is buckling now. Through the grubby windows I can see my crew mates floating away. Nimki's body. Giles. The two Engi's we picked up not that many jumps ago. The body of the Mantis. The Rock Man who never actually spoke to anyone so we never knew his name. It's just me and Jon – the Zoltan – now. Sitting in the Med-bay. It's only because of him we still have power. If anyone finds this, we did our best. We survived six sectors. We were so close to giving our information and precious cargo to the leaders of the Federation. We-

The log entry ends there, presumably when whoever was writing it was sucked out into the endless voids of space as the hull of the ship finally gave way completely. The plaque underneath the old and battered log book read. The crew of The Kestrel were some of the bravest men and women, the log depicts the many battles and hardships they encountered during that last ill-fated journey across space.

Author's Notes: So... this happened. I love FTL to pieces and play it many times. The last game I played ended this way. I couldn't remember any of the other names of the crew. Oops! Hope you enjoy and FTL doesn't belong to me