Thread: Salvage Rights (Survivor00 & Romantic[Dream])

Date - 1932 - 07 July - 2644 NDE Location - Scylla System - Planet Corallis - Sille City Salia Il'Laru - 63rd Entry I was working at the shipyard today. It was pretty uneventful. We were working on patching the hull of a CGA patrol ship. The hull had been critically damaged by pirate weaponry. Seems to have been solid-state weaponry form the ragged state of the torn hull.There was also more metal present between the hull and the internal walls. Lots of fragments. I suspect they were fragmenting hollow-point rounds. They don't penetrate much, but they can get at sensitive electronics held between the walls and hull, like airlock controls and thruster controls. The crew has got most of the hull repaired. We should be done tomorrow. It'll be my last day as a Journeyman for the Sygnus Station. As a training station, we're often picked up by individual repair companies looking to fill their ranks with new blood. It was my turn. I've been offered a job on Snde V, a mining station in the Kosamu system. The owner says there's plenty of work. And I'll finally be paid at a CGA minimum wage, rather than an adjusted living wage. Considering the wage for a CGA-certified mechanic was rather high, it was still going to be a profit after renting an apartment and paying bills. I'm nervous. I'm going to go out dancing tonight. One last time before I take off. I don't know how the clubs on Snde V are. I know it's an asteroid, so there's bound to be all kinds. I just hope there's one good dance floor. Date - 2217 - 16 July - 2644 NDE Location - Kosamu System - Snde V Mining Station Salia Il'Laru - 64th Entry I thought I was just homesick. But... I really want to go home. It's not great here. It's horrible. I don't care about the environment. It looks rather interesting really. Metal and asteroid. Artificial lighting. I don't mind that. But the dance floor here is dead. If I try dancing, someone changes the song to something cruel and harsh to the ears. Undanceable. I can't dance to their rage metal. Either a Steelface or the Trenian bouncer will change it after... Thirty seconds. It's so loud too. The work sucks too. They're taking part of my pay for 'additional training, material supply, and equipment maintenance.' I have my own equipment, and they're charging me for spanners and welding pens that I don't even use... I don't know how long I can survive here with the pay that's getting taken away. I've already begun to lose credits from my account. The boss is a total salve driver. He thinks I'm a miracle worker, judging from the way he expects me to get twice as much done as I'm capable. Other workers are cutting corners with their work. I pray, and fear for their safety. The apartments are horrid. Water supplies are rationed, and the quality is sub-par. Only the water that gets supplied to the ships is decent. Our water is impure. I think there's rust developing in the pipes. The superintendent doesn't seem to care. Because of the rationing, my skin is starting to dry out. I'll have to start buying drinking water and pouring it on myself soon. I don't have a bathtub. Just a shower unit, so I can't just fill the tub and soak. I want to go home, but I wouldn't have a job there, or a home. I'd be on the streets for quite a while. And as much as I love my family, I don't want to go back to them ashamed of myself. I hope things get better. Date - 2147 - 24 July - 2644 NDE Location - Kosamu System - Snde V Mining Station Salia was in 'La Cantina Galactica' again. It was the only decent bar. They had decent water, which was a rarity among the places in Snde V. Unfortunately, the bouncer was addicted to rage metal music. Utterly horrid and unable to hold a rhythm. The drummers were constantly suffering seizures, guitarists just stomped on the distortion pedal until it was jammed down and hit any note the pleased. The singers? There weren't any. Just people who yelled. It was no surprise the most popular rage metal band singer was a Kerrak. They had the ability to shriek at any pitch up to 300 decibels, even capable of drowning out the sound of turbine engines. She had become so uncomfortable with the area that she was wearing a full-body suit. Her thighs were even covered by a mesh. Nothing thicker could be there or she couldn't breathe. The whole thing was a dull dark gray, and hung loosely on her. It was completely outside the fashions of her kind. But she'd rather wear it than feel the eyes of the rather morally loose people she often saw while out of her apartment. As the Nallian girl watched over the whole of the uppermost barroom, she saw the Trenian bouncer. He was standing next to the jukebox. Like it was his. She was surprised his rocky fingers didn't break the bloody thing. There were a few Steelfaces there too. Mostly humans. They were the closest thing Snde V had to a gang, and they certainly caused as much damage. Security was too light. The station seemed the to have the motto, To Each Their Own and not in a good way.