Greetings again! I - oh![metallic clatter] Sorry, that was my... ah... okay. Never mind. I think fixed up an improved Signaling Beacon (it's a beacon. And it sends my signal to you. Names were never my forte), so hopefully we won't be interrupted by static as often any more. First of all, thank you so much for your responses! The admirable Stealmyshow and speezz (interesting names, by the way – what does the second one signify?) have answered my call within less than 24 hours, if my temporal readings are correct. One of the responses was less informative, but I am grateful for any acknowledgment of my signals, nevertheless! So I am successfully am broadcasting, and to planet Earth, early 21st century, too... Fascinating! And a bit strange [clears throat]. Well, never mind. I am glad, in any case, that I reached a private network of some kind, just as intended, and not any government which would probably either try and fire missiles at me (hah, good luck with that!) or trick me into landing and then [static].
Sorry, I had to delete the last few minutes and spare you my paranoid ramblings. I promised to tell you what I can about how I got into this situation, and that's what I will do now.
My shipmates and I were on a special mission, mostly collecting data for further exploration. There were seven of us – the diplomat, who has the final say in all controversial matters, and a crew of six. My actual duty was to monitor structural integrity when we were in flight, and scanners and comms when were weren't, and in the meantime I was trained by Z[swallowing]... by our technician as second mechanic.
[Pause of several seconds].
We traveled for quite some time without any positive results – the only leads we had were centuries old. Stress levels on board became higher and higher, and finally... The second in command, you would probably call her Light, was in charge of the crew's physical and mental health, and in this position she had the authority to order shore leave. So she did, and everyone went of to be on their own for a while. We took turns of watching the ship, of cause, while the other six went to some of the many places we had visited and tried to relax there. And the wonders we have seen... I could tell you of vivid blue jungles and creatures of living metal; of moons, frozen in the moment of their explosion, a giant firework of glittering dust in the eternal night of space. The rainbow nebula of Stryxx, the Rings of Akhaten. The suns of Rram, so painfully reminiscent of home. Those ice sculptures where... But I digress again.
When it was my turn to watch the ship, I took the opportunity to improve the spacial structure of our vessel by... well, you probably wouldn't believe or understand an explanation anyway, even if I gave one. Suffice to say it would have been very uncomfortable and shaky, had anyone been in the areas of the ship I improved.
The.. [static] Sorry. Our vessel has very advanced shields, and I made sure they were up and fully functional while I re-calibrated... while I did what I did. Thus, it is entirely and completely a mystery to me how that girl could appear out of thin air in one of the corridors. Oh, that accursed girl! ... Technically what happened is not her fault, but then, technically, she should never have been able to appear on board in the first place, so yes, I do blame her! If she had only trusted us, nothing of this would have happened! Do you have any idea how in all skies someone could have just popped up on a quite securely shielded spacecraft? Because I sure as all known hells don't.
[Another pause of about 10 seconds]
Anyway. Can you recommend a safe place to land on your planet? You would recommend somewhere deserted, probably, with few possible eyewitnesses or security cameras around? Or do you think I should land in a more populated area and hide in plain sight, among the masses of one of your metropolis? My ship is quite capable of disguising itself and I won't appear alien to casual observers either, I reckon. So, what to do? Again, I would be very grateful for your assistance. I'm going to tell you more about the unfortunate (hah!) girl next time, because if I do now, I'll probably start swearing, which wouldn't service anyone. No, instead, I'm going to fix something. Because by all heavens of your choice, there is enough here in need of fixing! And I could use some exercise with a hammer now. So...
This is Libelle, signing out.