Entry 16

May 20th, 2166 - Sector 0001B - MSR2 Nora Greene

We've been flying around for a little bit now, trying to get our bearings. ever since
THE INCIDENT
I've been totally wrapped up with diagnostics and troubleshooting. When the Griflyn vessel had been torn away from us, it had corrupted a few of the protocols or the airlocks, and that isn't something you want to risk losing control of out of space.

With that fixed, the people who didn't have any real science or engineering background, went about trying to explore the sector that we lovingly named 0001B. To our pleasant surprise, our long range sensors picked up a planet that may very well be inhabitable!

In a few days we're going to be in orbit, and the Captain is going to put together a ground crew.

I hope she doesn't pick me - but then I really really hope she does. Or maybe allows us all to take turns if it's safe. Holo-screens and mood lighting can only do so much, and I think it would do everyone a great deal of good to see sunshine and colors and stuff.

Alright, back to work!

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Entry 15

April 3rd, 2166 - Sector ? - MSR2 Nora Greene

Wow.

I mean incredibly, uncontrollably, WOW.

Guys. Whoever gets these broadcasts...

We TRAVELED THROUGH TIME.

I shit you not. There is no shits about it. 

So we decide to board the Gryflin vessel, right? I make that last pessimistic entry and suit up with my gear, and the marines and Zee, Seargent Hadley, and Anthony and myself go.

We get to the airlock.

CRAVE starts blaring more alarms. 

"Unknown energy signature approaching. Energy Wave inbound. All crew go to secured locations immediately." And she kept repeating it over and over and over, and then before we could even buckle down something HITS us. 

The Zephyr ROCKS. HARD. In OUTER SPACE. See how that makes sense? It doesn't. Anyway, more alarms blare because the Griflyn ship was still attached - WAS. Now things are blinking red lights and CRAVE sounds so incredibly loud, and I feel like I'm gonna hurl all over the place 

And then everytyhing stops.

The Griflyn Vessel is gone save for a loading arm that had automatically set to dock us down. 

We are in totally. Completely. Unfamiliar space.

AND our A.I. is losing her metaphysical shit.

The CoreCom was disconnected for twelve days. CRAVE didn't speak for 27 days. And then all of a sudden she tells us what time is is, what day of the year - and what YEAR. The recon from the closest satelites took long enough to bounce back that she could estimate the distance, and the information that came with it gave us the date.

I AM OFFICIALLY A TIME TRAVELER.

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