The Crash

     Story time!

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     Day 1

     --Log Begins--

     Third officers log, U.S.S Deliverance.  Crewman Jenkins recording.  I'm not sure how it happened.  I think I may be the only one left, now.  Alone on this uncharted rock out in the backwater part of the galaxy with no radio and very few supplies!  I don't know what I'm going to do!

     Get ahold of yourself, Lynn.  Panic won't help anyone.

     Ok.  *Pant*  Okay.  Sorry.  Best to start from the beginning.  Three days ago, aboard U.S.S. Deliverance, I was working I the mess, peeling potatoes for gods sake, when an announcement came over the comm.  We were going to be investigating an unknown planetoid that didn't appear on any chart.  No biggie, this kind of thing happens all the time on a scouting vessel.

     48 hours later we arrived in system.  Nothing unusual, small planet, underdeveloped native population, mostly around the equatorial regions.  We were mapping as usual in stealth mode because it wouldn't do to let some overeagernative with a telescope see a state of the line Confederation starship zooming by overhead.

     Approximately sixteen hours later, we experienced massive engine failure for an unknown reason.  We managed to jimmy the thrusters but the main reactor was blown all to hell-  I mean the main reactor had suffered catastrophic damage.  The Deliverance was going to crash.

     We made a descending orbit flight path, and managed to buy ourselves enough time to strap in before the ship hit atmosphere.  Stupid me forgot to use the facilities before strapping in.  I made a dash for the nearest refresher and that saved my life.  I had just hit the loo, two decks down, when the first missile hit.

     The missles, I guess they were missles, we're targeted extremely precicely.  The first one blasted through the bridges main viewport, atomizing the bridge crew.  The next four cut the ship neatly in two, opening the crew compartments to the near-vacuum atmosphere.  The bulkheads around the refresher sealed automatically and I was trapped as my half of the ship nosed towards the surface.

     It was all shaking and noise for I don't know how long.  I'm sure I passed out at least once, I don't know how I kept my death grip on the railings in the stall.

     The fall was...

     Well, let's just say my bowels were completely evacuated in no time.

     I don't know how I survived the crash.  But I did.  I managed to crawl from the twisted wreckage with my survival pack and make it here to this stand of trees, a little more than a kilometer from whats left of the Deliverance.

     So here I am.  In an emergency shelter on some unknown planetoid in the backwater reaches of god-knows-where.  The only survivor from my crew.  And I rode a FLAMING POTTY to the surface.

     Fan-FUCKING-Tastic...

     --Log Ends--