#starboundapex

[narsus-travel-logs]

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Accessing Personal network...

ENTRY #3:

It's been a few planetary cycles. I'm uncertain, i've lost track of time. I've spent my time simply prolonging my existance. Surviving off of simple dishes and fulfilling my nutritional needs, using the ship's databank to create primitive survival tools and schematics for a furnace, among other useful work stations.

I'm going to be honest, it seems quite hopeless. Maker knows if anyone will find me. The most communication I've had has been with random merchants looking to take the remainder of my posessions while i try to repair The Dawnwalker's engine. I've been sending out distress signals left and right - manually constructed pleas for help and automated SOS signals from S.A.I.L. to no effect. I fear in an attempt to escape pursecution and misery i've only resigned myself to another brand of misery. I do not want to live like this. I have to find a way off this rock.

I don't want to fail them.

[narsus-travel-logs]

Initializing...

Checking core systems...

Launching bootup...

Checking S.A.I.L. essential files...

BOOTUP COMPLETE.

Welcome, user @%#!.

It would appear the S.A.I.L. user interface program has been corrupted. Reconstructing...

You are required to input a new username.

Name: Asher Narsus

Welcome, Captain Narsus.

Engine status: critical. Immediate repairs required.

FTL drive status: inoperable. Complete replacement required.

Ship Teleporter: online.

We are currently in orbit of a hospitable planet. I have calculated a 96% chance of resources necessary for repairs existing on this planet.

>Access Personal network

ENTRY#1

Well... shit. Isn't this just fun. After sitting in this claustrophobic ship for about an hour and crying a locker-full of tears, i've decided to, for my own sanity, keep track of anything that has happened to me - should anyone ever find a wreckage of my ship or somehow access this network.

My name is Asher Narsus. This is my story.

I was born on an Apex Colony planet - much like any other apex outside of Terrane Protectorate authority. I lived my life under constant fear of scrutiny, assault, violation of my basic apehood, and much worse. Despite keeping to myself and not interacting with anyone outside of necessity, i was eventually arrested by the Miniknog for deviant and antisocial behavior. I was later told it was actually because i was a mutant and had to be euthanized. In a society full of apes, the monkey among gorillas is the one that needs to be put down... alright. Sure. Anyways, i was sitting in my cell, waiting to be executed, when i heard a series of explosions and gunshots. The resistance busted me out. Not to recruit me, not because i was important - because they just wanted to. Out of the goodness of their heart, they released me from my jail cell and were guiding me to an escape ship. I'm the only one on board of this ship. They all died protecting me.

To say I feel guilty would be an understatement. 5 apes gave their life for mine. They gave me a chance to finally present the way i want to, to live the life i am entitled to. But it doesn't change that important apes died to give me this. I'm no one. Nothing. I'm just a dysfunctional monkey who doesn't even [DATA EXPUNGED. ENTRY EDITED BY SYSTEM ADMIN 1 HOUR AGO.] Fuck it. Whatever. I'm gonna learn to live with all of this one way or another. There's only enough canned food in here for a month, and i need to fix this ship, or find someone who can, before i die hungry.

I'm going down to that planet below the ship. I've got a gun, enough energy rounds to last me a while, a sturdy enough staff and martial arts training to keep me alive. I'm configuring a communicator to link with S.A.I.L.'s personal network so i can continue to take notes without having to warp up and down. This is my only chance, and I'm taking it. If not for myself, for my brothers and sisters slain by those monsters to give me this chance. I don't know what I'm walking into - could be a populated planet, could be entirely devoid of sapient life. I'm willing to take that risk.

Well. Here goes nothing. Signing off for the day.

[narsus-travel-logs]

"Fireworks! Bowling Balls!"

A Wandering Merchant has appeared!

"Hail, friend. Please feel free to peruse my wares."

The merchant has available the following items:

Bowling balls, 400px

Red Stim Pack, 90px

Green fireworks, 40px

Bandages, 15px

A Xia-Li Nimbus Pistol, 550px

Bio-Lamps, 50px

Will you make a purchase?

(from @dru-plays-starbound)

--AUDIO LOG TRANSCRIPT--

Asher: hmm. This is new. It appears i've found a sapient lifeform on the planet's surface. A travelling merchant of some sort? I've seen these before. Should be harmless. Various party-themed wares. A... gun... for some reason... but also medical supplies. If i were to get hurt i would be entirely fucked so medical supplies it is. There happened to be a small fortune on-board so. Why not.

--END LOG--

Automated addendum generated by S.A.I.L.:

Approximately 1 minute after the audio log, Captain Narsus performed a transaction totalling 420 pixels.

Current medical equipment stockpile:

-3 red stimpacks.

-10 bandages.

Remaining funds: █████ Px.

[narsus-travel-logs]

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Accessing Personal Network...

ENTRY #2

Well... I'm not dead I guess? No, that's not right. I should be more optimistic.

The first day off-ship wasn't terrible. My warp point was an open plain, with a few trees scattered about. The local wildlife is... mostly friendly. I've gone a decent few kilometers away from my warp point since I landed and i'm yet to find another sapient being or any sign of someone else who might've found this planet. I do have confirmation some semblence of society was here at some point - I've run into abandoned campsites with tents propped up inside old ruined buildings. The buildings seem quite desolate and in a state of major decay. By what is left to decipher of their design I'd say this planet was once a Glitch settlement, but that's up for debate.

Before I left, I debated on bringing a specific tool with me. A Matter Manipulator. The Apes who rescued me entrusted one to me as a parting gift. I am aware Protectorate law states unlawful ownership of a Manipulator or other Protectorate technology is a criminal offense, but I either take this with me or I try to construct schematics on my own raw from S.A.I.L.'s survival essentials database. I am the world's biggest clutz so no way am I putting something together on my own. If the Protectorate somehow finds this - Hi! Please don't arrest me. It was life or death.

Anyway, apart from old campsites and ruins, I haven't found much. I've collected some basic resources and began working on a small shelter to live in planet-side until i collect enough resources to repair the ship. Or at least, attempt to. Thanks to S.A.I.L.'s database, I was able to set up quite a bit of furniture and extra tools for myself. Should I need to, I will be able to forge armaments and protective armor for myself with these. Despite its small size, this home I built is quite cozy... it'll deffinately suffice for the time being. I've also eaten a portion of my rations to keep myself sustained. I'm going to place a marker for the ship near the house so I warp down near it instead of kilometers away and head out tomorrow. I'm looking to either find some kind of plant to harvest for seeds or more resources for the ship. Finding neither would be depressing but it could happen. I'll have to prepare myself for that possibility.

I haven't stopped thinking about those apes. It still haunts me. It'll stay that way for a really long time I reckon. It's something I'll have to get used to.

It's going to get quite lonely on this journey. I'm scared. I hope I can get the ship working soon. Being stranded and alone would suck. It would suck so fucking badly.

I don't want to stay lonely.

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