Spacebase 1710-SD: An epic tale from Spacebase DF-9.
“Space exploration is a force of nature unto itself that no other force in society can rival.”
― Neil deGrasse Tyson
― Neil deGrasse Tyson
Entry Log 7:
Spacedate 9111.12
Three more days have passed, and we've yet to get our oxygen supplies stable, this is becoming more and more of a concern as we expand and see an influx of immigrant shuttles. I'm really not sure how much longer it will be until we get this issue under control, but I can only hope it is soon.
We've decided to add an additional wing to the base, this one substantially larger so we are able to support a large amount of reactors to feed the Spacebase energy, and in return able to add more life support units as we get more immigrants.
Besides the slow progression of expanding, I got the chance to talk with John Dax...He is a strange one to say the least, but with him being the younger Dax brother it was easier to extract information from him. Apparently their parents passed when they were both very young, and was a ward of Sol-1 until the age of 16 when Azha became 16 and was able to take legal guardianship over himself, and John.
John seems to have PTSD from his time in the 42nd Space Fleet, he saw war, and even killed a few Aliens, and Alien sympathizers. He tells me that if it wasn't for Azha, and his politcal connections he would have been locked away in the Gamma Region mining asteroids all day.
I've yet to find out how Azha has political connections, being quite a brutish man, but when I get him alone I will attempt to persuade him into opening up a bit. Well I really should get back to work, we got an alert that a unknown shuttle was in our perimeter, but it still seems to be far enough away that we can not see it. Steph Fowl, signing off. Entry Log 7, end.
Entry Log 8:
Spacedate 9111.13
I wasn't expecting to make another log entry, but I couldn't help but make an update. The ship our radars picked up finally made contact, Jenn Poulsen, a Technician, and her bodyguard Aaairu Boldly of the 6th Galatrovnicon Sector, in the Vorpulon Quadrant have asked to join us. I was tempted to refuse, but we needed a technician, and security couldn't hurt since we are pretty unprotected at the moment.
We are now up to 8 citizens, and still only able to provide oxygen to 3, we are in dire need of getting out LS room up, but with only three builders we can only move at the current speed. I'm sad to say this, but we will either have to turn the next few immigrants away, or ask one of the current citizens to return to space...Steph Fowl, signing off. Entry Log 8, end...
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