Journal entry 2:
Day four, and obviously, I am back, sad as the thought is. No settlements, though I did find a couple of campsites, but nothing sapient, alive, and friendly. A handful of unfriendlies, but that was soon corrected. By which I mean I sliced them up but good. One of them had been using a nice pistol, which I kept. And at the second campsite I found a nice axe, as well as a shield in the nearby mines.
Sadly, I have not found any other way off this rock. So now I have to repair the damned engines. Did I mention I hate deserted planets? Makes it damned hard to find anything. Plenty of raw materials, lots of coal, iron, as well as a small seam of diamonds. Or whatever you call a grouping of about twelve diamonds in the same area. Lots of plant fiber, though nothing worth the frustration of hunting.
Got a bunch of basic building stuff in the paperweight with delusions of being a starship. Including a fire that violates every damned rule, law, and regulation about being in space, but not my concern at the moment. I need a safe spot to cook what little meat I have been finding while hunting. And what is safer than my own spaceship?
Anyway, now that I have to use this paperweight, I can start doing some serious mining for core fragments. Probably should start in the mines, get a good head start that way, but first to stock up on torches, bandages, wooden platforms, and foodstuffs. Might be as long as a week before I get back, so should put out the fire before leaving…
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