Journal entry 3:
Day twelve. Gods save me from being bored.
More than a week of mining down, and sideways, and occasionally up, and found more lava flows than I can throw plant fibers into. And believe me, I tried. Luckily, managed to avoid falling into them. Obviously, or would not be here talking about it. Writing about it. Whatever.
Found another pistol in a section of caves and caverns that had signs of habitation in them, but had been sealed for a long while. So now I can dual wield pistols like a boss! Made some basic scout armor using the iron I dug up, so at least now I can survive having my leg bitten by insane space monsters. And what the hell is up with the evolution on some of these planets? A naturally occurring metallic lifeform that spits lightning bolts and looks like a pyramid fell on an overturned waste bin?
Whatever, not a biologist or whatever would be concerned about it. Managed to get some core fragments, as well as a massive amount of iron, copper, coal, and plant fibers, and a few dozen other, less important items. Including a tech drive with a function already written on it. Will figure out what it does later.
All I am glad for is that the matter manipulator is working fine. Otherwise I wouldn't be moving under the weight of all that crap. So after booting up the computer, I fed the thirty core fragments into the required slot, and waited for the computer to finish calculating pi, or whatever it is computers do while the swirly, blinky circle thing spins.
…AGAansdlfihask
Excuse me. The computer had finished what it was doing, and opened all the sealed interior bulkheads. Chuckles had, in fact, been hiding in the cockpit, and reintroduced itself to me by trying to take my foot off, and was told to frag off by being punted to the other side of the room. Did I mention I hate cats? Almost used a couple of the bomblets I found, but they are more useful for defense against monsters actually trying to eat me, rather than the monster on my paperweight of a…
Huh, computer just told me we can move about the system now. Sadly, the hyperspace engine is still offline, but there IS something on the edge of the system that the computer… thinks…
Frag me, the computer is actually semi-sentient, if not fully so. I think I will just space myself and call it a day.
Well, crap, outer airlocks don't work. Fascinating. Well, at least I am still ASDGhokasdhf
Excuse me, Chuckles said hi again, and got another flying lesson. Anyhoo, setting a course for the odd structure thing on the edge of the system. Now to seal myself in the cockpit and hope Chuckles doesn't realize it until AFTER the door is sealed.
End diction. End of Journal Entry 3