Diary of a Lone Avali

This story is based on my experiences as playing the race mod Avali; with a few tweaks for writing reasons!

"What is an Avali?" you might be wondering. Well, to put it as the creator of the race put it: They are nomadic-fluffy-space-raptors.

If you want to know more about the Avali, you can check out the wiki page here:
wiki/The_Official_Avali_Wiki

Or you want to try the mod yourself; which is up-to-date with the current Starbound build:
resources/avali-triage.2852/

A bit about my character:
Name: Nezun Skyfire
Age: 23
Sex: Female
Pack Size: 4 Members
Colour Pattern: Sky-blue plumes with no trimming with a white underbelly plume
Favorite food: Alien Bacon and Sweet Ribs
Personality: Free-thinker, bubbled headed at times, meat addict

Short Bio:
Being a part of pack is what Avali society is based on, and Nezun is no exception. With her fellow nestlings: Cora Break, Dom Heater, and Char Peck, Nezun and her pack were exceptional at taking down larger and stronger prey then most Avali packs at their age as juveniles, but sometimes had trouble coordinating against other well-formed groups; which was very strange for most Avali. As such was the case in which lead to the pack being separated by Human Space-Pirates and were the diary/story takes off.

Day 1:

Location: Currently in orbit of an unknown planet
Ship Time: 02:21
Log Entry #1: Nezun Skyfire

I've been stranded and separated from my pack. I have been set to drift over this planet by a raiding group of pale, monkey-like creatures. They possessed a high-intelligence level and the knowledge of how the Avali hunt. They somehow broke my pack's communication with a strange device that disrupted our hearing by emitting a low frequency noise and separated us one by one before finally taking me captive.

After a grueling struggle, I broke free from my bonds; although I injured my wrists in the process.

Once I worked my way to the cockpit through the darkness, I fired up the backup power. The blasted lights were way too bright so I had to turn them down. Curse these sensitive eyes, it's really hard to adjust to rapid change is light. Once the power was up and running, I had a conversation with the ships A.I. Its name was S.A.I.L., and had been offline for a really long time. After a few moments of checking the system for errors, S.A.I.L. opened the shutters to reveal that we were hovering over a frozen planet. A stroke of luck!

I took a comms headset and explored the rest of the ship. I found an old first-aid kit and patched myself the best I could; you really take for granted all your healing tech until you don't have access to it anymore. My injuries are minor with all things considered and shouldn't take long to heal up.

The ship was-to my surprise-rather small. Only a few rooms that branch off from the main hall, and the cargo hold. The side rooms were comprised of a small mess hall and kitchen, two bedrooms, and a small spare room that looked to be extra storage. The hold is where I found myself when I regained consciousness. I returned to the cockpit when I familiarized myself with the ships layout.

Any attempt to send out a distress signal has been met with silence. I searched S.A.I.L.'s database for any information that could tell about my location. Just my luck, the system was wiped clean and the internal clocks were set to zero from the prolonged power-outage. It seems the ship was towed to this location in conclusion. The exterior of the ship was in decent shape, maybe enough to land the ship on the nearby planet, but could use repairs. The interior on the other hand... I could rip off all the paneling and make it look better. I'll add fixing up the interior to my bucket list.

Just as I asked S.A.I.L. to fly to the planet's surface, he informed me that the ship had built in teleportation beams that could send me to the planet's surface and recall me as long as I keep my comms link. Excellent! I can make use of this. I no longer need to worry about being raided by natives of the planet; if there are any.

I went to the mess hall and found some stored food that seems to have been forgotten about for quite a while; dry, tasteless foods. I noted that I'll need to hunt soon as there isn't much food here... and I miss meat already. I want my sweet-ribs! Calm down Nezun, it's only been a short while since we last ate meat, we can last a little bit longer.

Speaking of missing; I miss Cora, Dom, and Char. I think I'll get some rest after this log entry and make another attempt in communications when I awake.

*End of log*