The Wretched, Day 8
Day 8, salvage ship The Wretched. Flight Engineer Crowley reporting. There was a fire in the compartment where I rigged the noise maker. Whatever happened I didn’t hear it, with the sound off everywhere none of the working systems got my attention. Well, until the fire suppression system hit me. At some point it kicked in fully due to the fire, I think, and it’s not like sensors are working at peak performance to direct the system properly. At least the fire was put out. As soon as I finished drying off and finding somewhere new to sleep, that’s when the sewage silo sprung a leak. Whoever took the shortcut of rigging all of the drainage to the same silo should be here to suffer it. The whole place is a mess and…and I think the creature finally got in. The ship is breaking down around me. It’s full of water and sewage and I can hear the thing in the vents. Scraping and rubbing against the metal, like an old tree against a wire fence. I had to take the captain’s card, lock myself in their quarters. That section is one of the few still mostly intact. That’s when I saw it, comms picked something up. Another ship at the edge of the system, asking if we needed help. I missed it and I don’t know if I’ll be able to answer them now. Not with the systems in this state. Not with that thing out there.