1107.324 1630hrs UST - Transit to Belnafaer
For three days, the crew have been plying through space in transit to the the smaller Darida system, leaving behind the Lusor system for now. Almost every waking hour has been given to two projects. One, the computer core installation for backup. Two, the missile bay repairs and mechanic's bay installation. Those two go hand in hand, since to do one, the other has to be done as well.
It is eighteen more hours until the Empress Katarina reaches the gas giant Belnafaer. Their destination is a small icy satellite called Snobol. It is one of the many moons of Belnafaer, and very small by comparison with the rest. Snobol is a large, lumpy, cold block of frozen water and carbon dioxide ("dry-ice"). Snobol was only recently, in planetary system evolutionary terms, "captured" by Belnafaer, and is unusual in that it has a very elongated orbit which takes it as close to Belnafaer as 197,000 km and as far away as 950,000 km. Its orbit takes 38 standard days. Snobol still has the spin which it had before it was "captured", and rotates about its axis once every 4 minutes and 45 seconds.
The crew is sitting in the crew's lounge, enjoying their breakfast of the usual hot porridge packet, or whatever they brought, when the iris in the center of the table opens and the holo-vid appears with a communications screen. A still image shows a man, frightened, in the middle of speaking. He is one of a few others locked into a seat in a shuttle of some sort according to the background imaging.
"Captain, sensors have picked up a radio transmission from Belnafaer planet." the mechanical voice of the Intellect software says.
Using her personal nickname for the Intellect software, Karma says, "Iris, play transmission."
The transmission begins and chaos ensues. Screaming and loud noises in the background all but drown out the man's voice.
"...calling Moneyspider, Jetsom..."
A clear voice answers.
"Moneyspider here. You are breaking up. What has..."
More of the frantic, hysterical voice continues,
"Mone... ider... a major elec... orm with.... failur... in... gone craz... hold on much longer... into freeze field but... Akord thought she knew... can't find her..."
The clear voice responds.
"Parl, I do not understand you. How far out are you?"
"...orm ligh... stroyed ice shield... We are... ing onto last---
The transmission ends abruptly with screaming and bright flash of light. Folowed by a frantic call over radio, "Parl. PARL! Come in!"
This message was last edited by the GM at 12:57, Fri 17 Nov 2023.