Capt. Orin Halcyon space log: 5 [Fan Work]
Captain’s Space Log: 5
With renewed determination, I set course for Atlas Outpost. Perhaps it was a need to feel in control—but opening that door mattered more to me now than it ever had.
The moment my ship touched down in a safe perimeter near the Outpost, I moved straight for the entrance, blaster in hand, and opened fire. The door proved more resilient than expected. Just as I finally broke through, a red laser scorched my back, sending my vitals into emergency status.
I turned to face the threat—Sentinels. A full patrol, closing in from every direction.
On instinct, I fired at the nearest walker until it collapsed into scrap. But my ammo was nearly gone, and the Sentinels never slowed. I ran.
I took cover among the debris, minutes stretching into something that felt like hours. Eventually, the Sentinels disengaged—but they didn’t leave. They simply stood there, silent.
If I was going to enter that hatch, I had no choice but to face them.
The last recovered recording echoed in my mind: “The Sentinels have departed—broadcasting sixteen on repeat.”
I approached one of the walkers, hand outstretched. Nothing. Though lifeless, their presence unnerved me. I didn’t linger.
Beyond the breached door lay a computer chamber in ruin—its interface choked with foreign plant growth, the interior utterly destroyed. I accessed what remained of the mainframe, and a message appeared:
“You will find us when the time is right. The anomaly comes for the stars. Sixteen. Sixteen. Sixteen. Sixteen. Sixteen. Sixteen.”
Then the system expelled schematics—for a hyperdrive.
Intrigued, I returned to the ICARUS. Studying the plans in relative safety, a thought crept in and refused to leave.
Whoever is leaving these messages… wants me to find them.
Am I unraveling a mystery—or being baited toward my death?
This is Captain...