Kara's Glade

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>Cmdr: Karayun >Filename: LOG002 >Date: 11:38:59-11.06.3312 >System: Gongali >Location: Curie Depot

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>This past week has been... Eventful to say the least.

>After realizing that Thargoids were basically right next to me I moved as many refugees as I could before I decided it was time to get out of there myself. Happened to find a guy willing to pay millions to get far away.

>Should have known better than to take that.

>Not even half way there this guy started getting antsy then just became an asshole demanding stops at basically every system to find one shirt.

>Then he requested a stop I just couldn't do and you'd have thought I'd hit him with the way he reacted.

>Begrudgingly I ended up dropping him off at a random station and bailed without any pay putting me in a rough spot.

>After jumping a few systems looking for work, I sat floating in space for a bit so I could think and plan my next moves, letting the crackle of the radio fill the silence while I sat in the no fire zone of some place I stopped at.

>After some time I began to get interference in the radio from someone cutting in

i̵ ̸c̷a̵n̴'̵t̸ ̸d̸o̶ ̵t̶h̸i̶s̸ ̶i̶ ̶c̶a̸n̵'̷t̶ ̴i̵

>Immediately I look to the comms both making sure I heard that correctly and that I actually heard it.

n̴o̶n̷o̴n̴o̵n̸o̵ 'sobbing' i can't i ċ̸̺ä̴̗́n̶̢͠'̴͔̆t̵̪̂

>The signal began to degrade but I was able to put it near the Gongali system. So here I am.

>I still don't know who that was, but while poking around I ended up taking more terrible jobs that put me in a lot of trouble with the station police and costing my $250,000 credits so I think I'm just going to sit tight for a bit and listen out.

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///Accessing Audiolog Transcripts/// >Cmdr: Karayun >Filename: LOG001 >Date: 10:47:28-01.06.3312 >System: Hyades Sector MI-I B10-4 >Location: Taine Sanctuary

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>Is this thing on? Hello? Okay I can see the audio waves now. I've always been terrible at these. >. . .

>Y'know... I was doing just fine keeping my head in the sand. My Cobra MK III collecting dust in the hanger and me coasting off the couple of million I made before dropping off the map.

>But here we are. Called up by an old contact practically begging for cheap transportation and it just so happens that Zorgon Peterson was practically giving away their new Lynx Highliner. I'm sure there's a catch but I figured it'd last one job before it comes up.

>That was a week ago now and I'm pretty sure I've moved over 100 refugees and billed the hell out of some rich people along the way to fund it.

>I thought I was out. But this little area I hid in has trouble brewing.

>Thargoids

>According to whispers around the station they've been spotted less than 100ly from here and if that's true, it may be time for me to head out with whoever I can carry.

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