STORY ARC 1


    "THE DEEP BLACK IS A COLD AND PERILOUS PLACE, HUMAMS WERE NEVER MEANT FOR THE STARS". MY FATHER WOULD SAY THAT ALL THE TIME WHEN HE WATCHED THE NEWS AND SAW EACH DAY, INTERPLANETARY WAR WAS COMING TO THE SYSTEM. It's been said Proxima launched a viral attack on Vandor to clear it for advanced colonization. "PLANETS WEREN'T MEANT TO MINGLE". I JUST THINK PEOPLE LIKE KILLING TO MUCH.

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    Nicci laughs and smiles at the very last of her hydrogen being depleted 13 light-years from Vandor. She was fucked... 

    Nicci laughed through the strongest of her worries and flipped a beacon switch to start broadcasting. "Hello this is Captain Nicci of the SirReapsAlot. I'm stranded deep space with no hydrogen and life support is dwindling as I speak. If anyone can hear this I've got valuble technology I can share with you if you save my life. Coordinates are as follows ... . - ... --...-. ..-.

Nicci sat back in her craft and started making peace with her death. She had never thought she'd die of suffocation, she'd sooner die from a missile barrage considering how she likes to live her life. 

'This is Captain Nicci of the SirReapsAlot, if anyone can hear this please assist with fuel. My life support can only sustain me for 24 hours and I'm stranded deep space".

 Nicci got up and strolled into her cargo bay, opened the sealed container she'd been assigned to deliver and reinspect it's contents. The data cores were in tact, if not uselessly floating in space she'd have done her job perfect. Nicci went back to the cockpit and sat in her command chair. 

"This is Captain Nicci of the SirReapsAlot! If anyone can hear me please assist with fuel! I have precious cargo that could save the lives of everyone on Vandor"!!!