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I give up. It’s too hard. On another note, the slingshot worked, and nobody is going to burn up in atmo. Which is a small fucking consolation when the moon passes by the observatory window. That’s where I’m at now, back where this shitshow started, with grog from the mess, here to watch an epic
4 fucking hours. That’s what it’s come down to. I salvaged the cable drum easily enough and inspected it at least ten times. There’s plenty. Everything is prepared. Over-prepared. The rig is reinforced. I repaired and charged up a second, well, third depending on how you count. I spread out tools and suits in strategic
There’s nothing quite like sunrise in space, especially from the outside. Seen it twice now in the last couple hours, in absolute silence, and let me tell you, it makes this whole shitshow seem so insignificant. Humanity, so insignificant. We’re nothing but a blip in time. Floating out here made me think of a book
Let’s try a different tack. 32 hours and I haven’t keeled over. Still don’t have the cable, but I know where it is. It’s where my rig is. I’ll get to that. I went for the option with the cable. In no way was I going to launch myself into space without a lifeline, and
I’m alive. Mostly thanks to duct tape and dumb luck. Found some cable, don’t have it, long story. Arm’s not doing great, but I can pilot a rig withou—Al, is the other one charged yet? You need to lay still. No, I need to get out there. I need more adrenaline, not—
Sitrep. 61 hours to point of no return, and I need another quarter mile cable. It’s close enough that I could dismantle my makeshift coms array and use that cable. I’ll get a smaller window to hit the Icarus, but at least it’s possible. On the flip side, I would be flying blind. Al’s calculations
I don’t have enough cable. There isn’t enough fucking cable. I’ve scavenged every piece of usable metal wire I can find on the Ark and it’s not enough. Which leaves me with only one option. I have to get it somewhere else. Fuck.
I have a plan. Bear with me here. I’m going to slingshot the Ark into the moon. I know, I know, but Al’s scans show another object in orbit large enough to alter the trajectory we’re on. An Icarus-class carrier, or rear end of it anyway. Hooking up a cable between us will be enough
I have pressurized the inner ring and restored power to the CIC. No sign of the crew. Nothing. I guess the launched escape pods tell that story… The captain sure didn’t go down with his ship, not that he’d be any help. A politically appointed 90-day wonder so no surprise there. Anyway. I accessed the
New day, new take. I almost deleted the last log. Didn’t seem right. Talking to myself, to Al, is all I got, and I need to focus on the hours I have left, not dwell on shit that can’t be erased. I don’t have a plan but doing nothing is not an option. Any port
Henrik Refsnes 