Amara's Log.
Commander Amara Elora's Log: Date Approximately the year 3835.
A lot has happened, i am writing this on paper as the technology level on this planet is limited. The last thing i remember before waking on this world was engaging an unknown enemy, with Captain Connors dead, i took command of the Shattered Star, the organic looking Enemy ship firing on us relentlessly. i fired everything we had at the tentacled vessel trying to by time for the crew to get a safe distance away in the escape pods. with the majority of the crew safe i attempted to jump to FTL, unfortunately the engines had sustained heavy damage during the exchange. with my escape rout blocked and my weapon systems failing i saw only one way out, though the alien ship! i was gambling on the chance that the Shattered Star's hull was strong enough to tear though the organic matter that makes up the alien's strange craft. maybe i was right? maybe i was wrong? i set a collision course, felt the impact, the next thing i knew, i woke up in a cocoon on this agrarian back water with a few others...
i awoke in a strange set of armor, it appeared to be made of wood, it also seemed some one had removed all my implants, my cybernetic arm was missing, as well as my neuro heads up display, cyber link even my adrenal accelerator. however once i broke free from this cocoon someone attempted to escape the room, i gave chase and soon after the others too. we captured and questioned the individual. to spoke a bunch on nonsensical superstition about reincarnation and souls taken from "the great wheel." one of the other, a woman of a race i've never seen before seemed to believe him saying she remembers her past self, and the person i was before this "reincarnation" a goat man with a drinking problem of all things!?! utterly ridiculous! before we could question the man further he transformed, his appearance was similar to the aliens that attacked the Shattered Star, but.... wrong, he looked sick, or somewhat.... decayed?it was a hell of a fight without my armor, my command of the cosmic forces are limited without my cybernetic amplifiers, and my left arm...
After we defeated this alien, we rested for the night, i had time to construct some crude tools and call upon the arcono-mites to turns the strangely strong wooden armor into proper power armor. shortly after it's death the alien's body began growing these unstable red crystals. crystals that reacted negatively to cosmic energy or "magic" as the others prefer to call it. a short time later, the crystals retracted and merged into some sort of powerful crystalline construct! my armor's pulse beam seemed of little use against the entity. but a well placed concussion grenade did the trick! with assistance from the others in the group of course. this group fights well together, despite being strangers just days earlier. though one of the group, a young woman named Kassandra seems a bit..... too into these crystals, they seems to have a narcotic effect. i'm hoping this doesn't become an issue in the future.
We then received a message from a telepath who speaks though genetically modified rodents, they informed us there is a ship in the swamp that can get us off this planet. i was very pleased to hear this, and more so that the others agreed. after a trek though the muck, and a tiff with some more modified rats, as well as some modified rats of unusually large size, we claimed the ship! it's shaped like an insect, a dragonfly. strange, it's made of wood, but is also somehow space worthy? hell it could be made of sticks and bedsheets for all i care as long as it will get us off this primitive dirtball!
Once we entered the ship, one of the group, Ivey a young Elven woman somehow bonded with the ship's navigation systems, a neuro interlink it seems, interesting, while searching our new vessel myself and the shapeshifting alien with multiple personalities Kayle/Luna/Diane found more of this red crystal powder, which we have taken to calling "spice." we waited until Kassandra was sleeping off her high before we hid the barrels in cargo bay 3, i've locked the door with a biometric interface, no one is getting in there. we also took a trip back to the village we awoke in, it was evacuated after the battle with the crystal construct. but they left behind supplies that could be useful, while Ivey familiarized herself with the ship's controls, i took to the forge and crafted a new weapon. it's a bit crude, and lacks the elegance of my hard light shield, but it will do the trick, ive added magnetic bindings to it so i don't lose track of it as well.
We are currently en-rout to speak with a man called Whisper, believed to be a member of the cult responsible for bringing us here. ive also discovered some star charts, and if they are accurate, it would imply that i've some how been sent 1000 years into the future?!? i hope that is an error, the thought of never again seeing my beloved Valria and Gar'rath pains me greatly. i need answers, now more than ever. and sleep....
-Commander Amara Elora, signing off.
Amara's Log.
Commander Amara Elora's Log: Date Approximately the year 3835.
A lot has happened, i am writing this on paper as the technology level on this planet is limited. The last thing i remember before waking on this world was engaging an unknown enemy, with Captain Connors dead, i took command of the Shattered Star, the organic looking Enemy ship firing on us relentlessly. i fired everything we had at the tentacled vessel trying to by time for the crew to get a safe distance away in the escape pods. with the majority of the crew safe i attempted to jump to FTL, unfortunately the engines had sustained heavy damage during the exchange. with my escape rout blocked and my weapon systems failing i saw only one way out, though the alien ship! i was gambling on the chance that the Shattered Star's hull was strong enough to tear though the organic matter that makes up the alien's strange craft. maybe i was right? maybe i was wrong? i set a collision course, felt the impact, the next thing i knew, i woke up in a cocoon on this agrarian back water with a few others...
i awoke in a strange set of armor, it appeared to be made of wood, it also seemed some one had removed all my implants, my cybernetic arm was missing, as well as my neuro heads up display, cyber link even my adrenal accelerator. however once i broke free from this cocoon someone attempted to escape the room, i gave chase and soon after the others too. we captured and questioned the individual. to spoke a bunch on nonsensical superstition about reincarnation and souls taken from "the great wheel." one of the other, a woman of a race i've never seen before seemed to believe him saying she remembers her past self, and the person i was before this "reincarnation" a goat man with a drinking problem of all things!?! utterly ridiculous! before we could question the man further he transformed, his appearance was similar to the aliens that attacked the Shattered Star, but.... wrong, he looked sick, or somewhat.... decayed?it was a hell of a fight without my armor, my command of the cosmic forces are limited without my cybernetic amplifiers, and my left arm...
After we defeated this alien, we rested for the night, i had time to construct some crude tools and call upon the arcono-mites to turns the strangely strong wooden armor into proper power armor. shortly after it's death the alien's body began growing these unstable red crystals. crystals that reacted negatively to cosmic energy or "magic" as the others prefer to call it. a short time later, the crystals retracted and merged into some sort of powerful crystalline construct! my armor's pulse beam seemed of little use against the entity. but a well placed concussion grenade did the trick! with assistance from the others in the group of course. this group fights well together, despite being strangers just days earlier. though one of the group, a young woman named Kassandra seems a bit..... too into these crystals, they seems to have a narcotic effect. i'm hoping this doesn't become an issue in the future.
We then received a message from a telepath who speaks though genetically modified rodents, they informed us there is a ship in the swamp that can get us off this planet. i was very pleased to hear this, and more so that the others agreed. after a trek though the muck, and a tiff with some more modified rats, as well as some modified rats of unusually large size, we claimed the ship! it's shaped like an insect, a dragonfly. strange, it's made of wood, but is also somehow space worthy? hell it could be made of sticks and bedsheets for all i care as long as it will get us off this primitive dirtball!
Once we entered the ship, one of the group, Ivey a young Elven woman somehow bonded with the ship's navigation systems, a neuro interlink it seems, interesting, while searching our new vessel myself and the shapeshifting alien with multiple personalities Kayle/Luna/Diane found more of this red crystal powder, which we have taken to calling "spice." we waited until Kassandra was sleeping off her high before we hid the barrels in cargo bay 3, i've locked the door with a biometric interface, no one is getting in there. we also took a trip back to the village we awoke in, it was evacuated after the battle with the crystal construct. but they left behind supplies that could be useful, while Ivey familiarized herself with the ship's controls, i took to the forge and crafted a new weapon. it's a bit crude, and lacks the elegance of my hard light shield, but it will do the trick, ive added magnetic bindings to it so i don't lose track of it as well.
We are currently en-rout to speak with a man called Whisper, believed to be a member of the cult responsible for bringing us here. ive also discovered some star charts, and if they are accurate, it would imply that i've some how been sent 1000 years into the future?!? i hope that is an error, the thought of never again seeing my beloved Valria and Gar'rath pains me greatly. i need answers, now more than ever. and sleep....
-Commander Amara Elora, signing off.