The Wretched, Day 5
Day 5, salvage ship The Wretched. Flight Engineer Crowley reporting. One step forward. Two steps back. Things…did not go well today. I was looking around for one of the other systems manuals and found it in George’s office. Along with a menu. Looked like he was planning his first meal home. This was our last job before some time off and there’s nothing better than real, fresh food. Not this shelf-friendly, dried and processed stuff. Chef does well enough, but it’s not the same. What I would give for real food. What I would give to have Chef back. Poor Sam. That’s when the alarms started blaring again. I guess the scanners are working, or at least the sensors attached to the alarm system. Something set them off. I deactivated but they just were set off again. I don’t even know what is doing it. I had to shut them off. But it didn’t end there. I had to shut comms off too. Something, the creature maybe, spoke over them. “We can hear you,” it said. Now I have no alarms, no comms. No way of knowing if I am about to be saved or about to die. I need to get a message prepared, something to warn people so if they find this heap they can send it into a sun. This is John Crowley, the last survivor of The Wretched, signing off.