Star Log Sec8 Sub6
Exit, pursued by a bear.
Or, in our case, a very large armada of very small ships. Not tiny, the way that that one planet still stands in the mind, but one- or two-person ships, from the looks of things, all with impressive armament.
It is not so much like being nibbled to death by ducks as it is stabbed by a thousand toddlers, which, admittedly, is not any better.
We made it out of the sector and halfway to the next sector before they stopped chasing us. Now we’re looking for a place to make repairs.
Sending rec to HQ that they quarantine Subsector 5 and all connected subs.
Star Log Sec8 Sub7
If a bear shits in the woods…
…it has definitely shit on this planet.
I thought the weapons-test planet in Sector 8-5 was bad enough. Now we’ve found what we’re betting is 8-6-1’s dump planet.
There are little robots skittering around, sorting trash and moving it into processing facilities. There are dump ships that land here – we’ve seen one so far.
Oh, ffs. Trem has found indigenous sentient life living amongst the trash dumps.
Do the 8-6-1 sentients even KNOW? Are they dumping on another civilization – or the ruins of their own?
I want out of here.
Star Log Sec8 Sub8
We moved quickly out of Sector 8-7 — maybe not quickly enough. We were followed by one small ship right up to the edge of this planet’s space — where the ship immediately turned around and zoomed back towards Sector 6.
This planet is just as inhabited as 8-6-1, but far cleaner.
“Too clean,” Oina joked, but it might not be a joke.
Their broadcasts are very, very tidy. I might not understand the language but I understand the feeling. Their planet is very bright, pristine.
I got us out of there before they decided we needed cleaning.