Adrift and Humiliated. Fuck you, Lemony Snicket!

Weekly Log Entry: 28.28.56: 16:34

It's been 14 days since the Amber Fae ran out of fuel. The Bosonic Particle Collector (BPC) wore out slightly faster than I expected it too, and I thought my calculations for the consumption rate of the stored antimatter were spot on. I thought I calculated that I had enough onboard fuel to complete the Cygnus X3 wormhole and make it to the Folsom Station Prison, in the Perseus Quadrant, where I would then replace the BPC. Apparently, my numbers were a bit off... The Amber Fae has been completely adrift, until today, and fourteen days into this mess, I still find myself humiliated for not listening to Hassara's advice. I swallowed my pride after the third day, when I became completely defeated and realized I could not get myself out of this mess on my own. So, once again, I had to send an emergency buoy back to the Boneyard Space Station. I'm sure Hassara placed a bet with Absynth and Bodefish about how long it would take before they received an e-buoy. Luckily, there's enough dark matter to run the ship's electrical and weapons system for several months. I just don't have enough juice for propulsion, other than a simple stabilizer boost here and there. The other downside to this is, running the life support unit. Running life support I may only have enough energy for a month and a half. The Emergency Solar Sail (ESS) is now fully deployed and will add an extra week, or two, to the energy reserves, and we will start to move again. I just finished getting them up and running before sitting down here, with a cup of joe, to log all this in. I spent the last day and a half outside, in the nether, repairing the old rigging on the sails and getting the armatures deployed. Something I will definitely not be telling Hassara; I told her that I replaced those months ago - a month, or two ago... The walks in space were some of the longest that I have done in zero gravity in years. I had to lift the UV shield on my helmet up in order to see the cables and wiring on the ESS rigging - even with my blue fur, my nose got slightly burnt from solar radiation. Next time, when I go out to take the sails down, I will wear the shroud and that will do the trick perfectly. I'll also be able to zoom in on the rigging to see what I am doing without the distortion of a UV shield. I should have done it this time but it's so nice not to have to wear it and conceal my identity when I am out here on the rim. With the solar sails deployed on the port and starboard side, we're now starting to move at a speed of 95 km/sec. When the sails are fully charged in a week or so, I'm anticipating the Amber Fae with reach a maximum velocity of 420 km/sec. At that speed the Navigational Computer (NAVCOM) calculated that it would take just under 6 months to get to the wormhole where we could slide into a highly traveled area. Fuck you, Lemony Snicket! And your God Damn Gremlins! This trip was supposed to complicated at the end, not the beginning. Why did I send an emergency buoy instead of using a laser communique? Well...ya, the most simple and direct answer is, forgetfulness. The ships Deep Space Optical Laser Communication (DSOLC) system is missing a solenoid resistor. The missing resistor experienced a massive static build up on the last salvage run i did when I used the communication array, shorting itself out. I hate to admit this but all I had to do was tell the B.A.I.L - E Unit, but I forgot too. She would have fixed it easily using the 3d printer at the Boneyard's Docks before we left. I can hear Hass now "Such a fucking idiot...how are you one of the Chosen again?" Gods and Goddess I hate making her feel all righteous and virtuous! For fuck sake, she's a Necromancer, how dare she act so smug all the time! Lets just see how well her memory holds up when she lives to be almost eleven-hundred years after sleeping in an ice cube. As far as telling the BAIL-E unit, or anyone else for that matter, about that little snafu, BAIL - E gives me enough grief - and has enough ammunition under her belt to do such things, that I don't think she needs anymore examples to Lord over me, nor does anyone else in my inner circle. It's going to take the message buoy, with its small Hawking's Drive maxed out, another eight days to reach the Icarus wormhole. Once there it will take four days of travel through the time rift before exiting and firing off an emergency communique, via its low powered DSOLC. From there, it will take 72 hours for the message to filter through the appropriate relay satellites before reaching the Boneyard. An hour or two for Hassara's ribs to stop hurting, another two or three days for her to slowly inventory her ship - twice. Knowing damn well I'm out here waiting and bored beyond relief, she will take her place in her command chair and slowly pilot the Nebethetepet to the Icarus wormhole; taking over five days to get there. If she maxed out the engines on that decrepit ship of hers she could get there in just three days...but she won't. She likes to see me sweat a little bit - it's "punishment" for my "stupidity," she once decreed. Once the Nebethetepet enters the slide, it will be a total of four days to get to the Amber Fae.

So, I have almost a full month of to prepare to hear Hassara tell me that I should be ever so lucky that I have her and Absynth around to come to my rescue, and that they protect me more from my stupidity, then they do protecting me from the Templars. She will go on and on, as she watches BAIL-E and me, replace the broken unit and refuel the Fae. What I look forward to even less during that lecture, is listening to BAIL-E agree with Hassara, as she preaches to me about how she had to drop everything that's important in her life to come bail me out - and that my life would just be soooo much easier, if I would just admit to myself, and to the public, that she always right in the first place. Which, for the record, she is not! It just seems very coincidental. Sometimes.

With 4 weeks before being rescued I can already feel boredom setting in. I can only do so much maintenance on the ship, I can only walk fore and aft so many times - I need to do these things sparingly, so I don't go stir crazy. BAIL-E unit provides some company to talk too, but for most part she likes to be left alone to study "this and that" on the Galactic Web, update star charts and navigational data banks, etc. She is pretty snobby for being a floating brain in a metal can with nanotech body parts. She reminds me of those girls, a thousand plus years ago, in High School who thought they were intellectual smarter than everyone else, and so they kept to themselves all the time; and if you somehow got their attention away from their studies, they immediately let you know that they thought you were an ignorant moron and buffoon, who should pay better attention in class if one wanted to succeed in life. Thankfully the Fae's pantry is fully stocked and overflowing. Stocking up on supplies, munchies and liquids was high on my list of things to do. Though I won't brag to Hass or Abby about that - though I'm sure Abby would just give me a devilish grin and a quick wink behind Hassara's back.

More good news on the supply side of things, ammo stocks are full, I can thank BAIL-E for that one. She apparently restocked the plasma coils and cannon shells when we were at Titan Station a few weeks ago, she just "forgot" to make me aware that this was done. I planned on doing it...but got to busy and it wasn't a huge concern at the time. However, sitting out here on the rim with solar sails deployed - we are just sitting ducks for Corsairs and Buccaneers, so a fully stocked arsenal makes me feel a tad bit safer. I should also mention that BAIL-E had the carbon residue from the main, scrapped and cleaned and the barrel oiled and maintained. That pretty girl will throw rounds out of her without compliant now.

Tomorrow, is another spacewalk - this time, we are installing the parabolic array

BAIL - E lecturing me on where to place the sails.

PICTURED: BAIL-E and I, during our first spacewalk to install the solar sails.

This will give us the ability to receive and broadcast shortwave radio frequencies - giving us a chance to pickup an outer rim frigate or mining ships communications. Hopefully then, I will be able to convince them to give this tow a tow. Or, sell me a litter of or two of dark matter particles - which would allow me to fire up the engines and make it to Folsom. However, I won't hold my breath that there are any in this sector, this area is not known for high rare mineral counts in the asteroid belts, but it is known as a good dumping ground for corporate waste and old derelict ships. I have had BAIL - E, keep the Amber Fae actively scanning for a dumped vessel or two. We might be able to find enough parts to rebuild the BPC. So far, nothing...its as if Bodefish came and picked this sector clean already. I know she hasn't been out here for several months. Sort of unusual not to come by at least a old space bus or liner drifting freely. Wonder, whose out here scrapping. Bodefish my have some competition. I'll have to try to remember to bring that up to Bodefish when I see her. I think tomorrow after the spacewalk I shall make brownies.