Guided By The Motive Force

And it's not like my situation can really get worse. What will the mechanicus do, hunt me down and pronounce me a double heretek?

You know typically my mechandrites would lock up in terror at Recieving a warning from a machine that someone was following me, but I'm beginning to gather that this is the purpose of this whatever it is I've found myself on

++ENGINSEERS LOG 1 - DAY 2 SINCE CRASH++

++IMPERIAL DATE - UNKNOWN++

According to my internal clock, it has been roughly 36 hours since I've crashed on this unknown planetoid; neither my own Astral positioner nor that of the ships recognizes my position in stellar space, and as such I have effectively no knowledge of the system I've ended up in. For all I know I could still be in the warp, although given no daemons have sundered my various orifices, that seems unlikely.

After fleeing from The Lamentious Torment, I traversed the warp for what the ship records as One Terran week. By some blessing of the Machine God, praise be, my craft passed unharmed through the immaterium despite lacking a functioning Gellar field. The strain of travel proved too much for the valiant machine spirit of my ship, however, and when I exited the warp I was at the mercy of the gravity well of the heap where I now reside. The crash, while violent, left both me, the innards of my craft, and indoctus, my servitor, relatively unharmed.

I can only assume the omnissiah has plans for me yet.

For now, my ship remains inoperable, leaving me stranded on this apparent scrapyard. All around me are piled high the remains of archeotech of all stripes. A treasure trove for any magos who might have found it, and yet all I can see are useless baubles. Still; somewhere in this tangle of metal I should be able to find resources to repair and finish my craft and be on my way.

Scans indicate no life in our general vicinity, but even so I have instructed Indoctus to patrol the perimeter of our camp periodically. Vigilance is key to survival.

Information about this planetoid is currently sparse. I've yet to uncover what sort of day/night cycle it prosseses, if it even orbits a star at all; warp fatigue saw me near comatose for almost 27 hours after our landing. Still, this will come in due time.

While I managed to spirit away some rations in my escape, and both Indoctus and My own nutrient tanks should be full enough to drip feed us for a month or more, priority is still to leave this barren planetoid sooner rather than later. It would be quite an unsatisfying end to successfully escape the imperium and mechanicus only to find myself Starving to death.

In the mean time, perhaps I will Investigate the odd commincation node this machine is apparently connected to; it seems to be Recieving information from "Staff", do with luck, perhaps I can contact someone actually useful.

++LOG END++

This is some sort of communications array. Fascinating; the omnissiah blesses after all.

Amazing this archeotech still works at all; seems pre dark age. Woe that we lost whatever marvels of engineering that bestowed such durability.