Everything Was Going Well Until...POOF!

I have been very fortunate in the system, Ipengdoimai XII to have found a nicely crashed Iidakawa S40 to repair on planet Joyishol Pafjor. I now have a lot of cargo space, along with the array of weapons, pulse engines, and shields. Also, it is quite a comfortable living space when I require rest. I think I will have to think very hard if I were to ever find a larger, technically advanced derelict.

Unfortunately, I tangled with the Sentinels on this planet, and it was a fight they would not relent. For the first time, I encountered their tall, two legged beast, and I promptly shot it down. Once I decided to leave the planet, I was jumped by Sentinel fighters. After destroying wave after increasingly numerous wave, they had nearly depleted everything I could use for recharging my shield generator, so I was forced to head back down to Joyishol Pafjor. Once there, I gathered stocks of iron and headed back into space, prepared to fight to the death. To my pleasant surprise, they had given up.

From here, I went on to the Astaibalsangiche system, where I mined and searched the four planets for further funds and information on the Geks. Also, I’m on the hunt for the updated Atlas chips, which are rumored to be rewarded when the riddles at the operations centers are found. We will see.

I then went to the system called Eenhoutkeethole XVII, where I continued these pursuits.  That system had four planets, but I was unable to locate anything significant. From there I went to the one planet system, Irtzerbije, and I quickly became tired of the lacking resources of Aojiawshean-Oka.

At this point, I decided to make a long hop. I had put together the most advanced warp drive, the theta, and went for a 500-light-year jump. It was here I found Somakodawanu and its system of three planets. All of which were rather disagreeable in either conditions or Sentinel hospitality, so I took another long hop to Ussapolucrua. At this point, I’m within the upper ranges of 176 thousand light years from the rumored center of the universe, but I’m in no real hurry.

A planet in this system features lacking Sentinels, no angry animals, and no radiation or toxicity to speak of. It is plentiful in gold, emeril, and plutonium, making it an ideal mining trip. I have called it, “Ichi’s Concern”. Temperatures rise dramatically during storms, but there are so many extensive cave systems here, there’s no reason for worry.

On a trip back to "Ichi’s Concern" from the space station, I jumped into a fight with spacepirates who thought it wise to attack a convoy of freighters. I shot down more than twenty of them only to be set upon by the defenders. I attempted to flee, but was forced to shoot down my two pursuers. This triggered the Sentinel fighters, of course, but I was able to engage my pulse engines and head down to the planet in a flash.

Landing on “Ichi’s Concern” for the second time, I experienced something that I can only attribute to a combination of equipment malfunction and gravitational anomaly. When the canopy of my Iidakawa S40 swung open and I began to step out, my body was shot skyward. This was done with such force that if my exosuit was not so well designed, that the g-forces would have killed me. Before I could understand what had happened, I was in the stratosphere of “Ichi’s Concern”, looking at the yellow sheen of its ozone layer, the darkness of space, the stars, and the other planets in the system. Fortunately, whatever had happened was not powerful enough to launch me into orbit. I felt the gentle tug of the planet’s gravity pulling me back down. My fall accelerated very quickly, and I oriented my body to keep my ship on my nose. With my jetpack, I slowed my decent enough to land safely in a body of water, just a short distance from a shore. It took a short while to walk back to where I had left my ship, which seems to be undamaged. It is my hope that such a thing never occurs again.

Mining, Exploring, and Improving

I recovered from my defeat, resupplied, and continued on my quest to build up my funds and the stores of items that a star traveler requires. Soon after, I returned to the path of the Atlas and warped to another system, Aosahyrhowa. Here, there were four planets, a few of which were highly radioactive, or having highly aggressive sentinels.

The brightest star in this system is a planet free of vicious animals, the sentinel droids are hard to anger, the radiation is low, and storms non-existent. It is loaded with gold in mounds streaked along the rugged, rocky surface. However, there is no water. The planet is rather ugly. I named it, “Ichi’s Rest”.

I mined this planet for so long, my suit became covered in gold dust, among other things, like heridium and copper.  On the station, I traded my Damanish for another ship, a Benzantum S76.  I was attacked three more times during my interworld travels, and this ship did some damage to the bandits. However, later, on another run, I was outnumbered and defeated. Killing three out of the five.

I again awoke aboard the space station, revived and cared for rather well. I gathered my ship, which was cleaned out of anything useful, and launched. I then discovered something so extraordinary, yet so obvious, that I laughed out loud. In the place where my ship succumbed to its damage and I was left for dead, a waypoint called, “Grave” was scanned by the computer. I set off for it, of course, only to find that I was able to recover some of my belongings. They had been left to float in space. It was then I realized that even spacepirates, a word that the Gek and Vy’keen call them, had a sense of humor and sport.

Eventually, I felt the need to leave this system. I did, and found Mabjaunute-Pever.  On the first planet I visited, Orawegwegg Uaaya, I found an abandoned ship. It was heavily damaged, but larger than my own, so I took on the challenge of repairing it. I was successful, so I went about my business once again.

After some exploring and mining, I left for the other planets in the system, searching primarily for crashed spaceships. I found the first ship I repaired a fascinating challenge, so I thought I’d repeat it. Not surprisingly, there is no shortage of downed vessels. The trick is, to find one that is larger or otherwise more desirable than my own.  I traveled from one planet to another, hunting damaged spaceships, repairing them just enough to make them spaceworthy, and then moving on to search for the next one, and repeating this process. I’ve found several with advanced warp drives that I cannot yet comprehend, let alone repair, but concentrating my efforts on the hulls, propulsion, shields, and weapons, I can get them to limp to the next one.

As I went along, I also found that if I was patient enough, I could eventually find ever larger vessels. Invariably, these machines had not only the complicated warp drives, but upgraded shields and weapons. I can not only outrun the squads of space bandits, I can outfight them, at least of late. I’ve destroyed more than thirty so far. This combat, along with fighting the sentinel droids, seems to suit the Ko’Leekoh warrior that still lives within me.

So, for now, I will bounce from system to system, as I have through Mabjaunute-Pever, Nezadgadain-Edotu, Yaxihunag-Usas, and now, Fuguangkou-Ajas, working on upgrading my equipment and ship.

A Detour from Atlas Quest.

I found a Gek monolith on Ruppedrattuna. With every one of these I find, I learn something new, mostly bits of Gek, Korvax, and Vy'keen language. This is a beautiful place, but I needed to move on. I have also found that an objective to reach the center of this universe is common among the intelligent species here. The pathway is called "The Atlas", and it appears to be a rough path from system to system, highlighted on the ship's map with gold lines. I'm thinking it may be possible that the majority of all of these races made the journey to the center of the universe, and that is why I've not found a planet with vast cities or masses of civilization? Is it possible that everyone I've met so far has been left behind to die under the wilting power of these flying drones? If so, each and every one of them is a true survivor.

Boqunelsupru is another beautiful planet in this system, but the security seems to be easily triggered, and has very powerful, strange legged sentinel drones. My current weapon seemed to do no damage. For the sake of a couple of pearls, I risked the danger. It was a painful process, but once back in my ship, the defense forces leave me alone, perhaps unable to read me.

Nuchvinclo Ijenbu was next. Hot planet with some animal life. I catalogued many, but I'm in need of upgrades and funds, so I left.

Reyevskyv Akoid is just what I needed. I found lots of emeril mining. I've earned a nice sum, but the security here interferes very often. I don't even know how many of these machines I shot down.

Gudhleksentt-Epic is the moon of Ruppedrattuna. Hostile sentinel drones. I cannot make anything work here. I did some quick mining, but the shortcomings of my weapons and envirosuit's shields are evident.

Left the Humbangkalo XV system for the Zamynuudelurm X system and decided to head for the nearest planet, Ciliqu Jofoit. This place is extremely cold. The sentinel drones are extremely offensive here. I found a way to battle the cold temporarily. In the great mounds of a resource, I mine the center and step inside. I then mine from the inside out. Hardly worth the effort.

Went to Zukawatagawa. The drones are just as hostile here. Is this what I can expect to find for the rest of my journey?

Planet Uzennum-6 Miokim must be the Gek word for hell. Temperatures extremely hot and the drones even hotter. I left immediately and went to Hartlichte Ishele, a greenish planet with much animal life and moderate temps. I mined much gold there and catalogued the animals. This is the one bright star in the system.

Detour from Atlas quest.

I decided to make a side-trip, hoping to find technology to improve my equipment before pushing further into the quest that the Atlas is leading me to. I warped to the system, Ogzeichelma and immediately landed on the first planet I saw, Ijandijunahtu. Major gold mine here.

Then went to New Lupranke. It has become quite clear, due to the hostility the Vy'keen show for the security drones they call Sentinels, that the devices were created by another race entirely.

Upon leaving this planet, my ship was attacked by bandits. I destroyed one, but the other damaged the ship severely. I was killed, but my reanimator functioned properly and I awoke on the system's space station, where my ship was towed.

The hijackers cleaned out my ship's stores, but strangely, left my other items intact. I've decided to repair my ship and return to Ijandijunahtu to concentrate on mining to earn funds for defensive upgrades. My diligence is quite accurately paying off. I'm heading to the space station here once again to see what I can acquire.

It seems that my decision to stray from the Atlas's path may have been an error. Only time will tell, but I must prepare myself for the worst.

Note to self: The bastards somehow broke my pipe, the one thing in my pocket stores that was damaged. This is a setback, as I've not found any trees lately. A nice smoke of bek in the cockpit of my ship will have to wait until I can locate trees with good wood or perhaps make one from something else.

So...it begins.

My escape was expertly executed. No one should miss me for many revolutions. I was conducted into the neighboring universe by a warp shuttle into a system called, Anuurayorozaw. The planet, Ewijkswtaa Oidat, a cold, animal infested place.

My contact, a hominid of an unknown species, led me to my ship. To my surprise, it appeared no larger than a Ko'leekoh warship's supply container. Expressing my displeasure, my friend simply stared, at least I think he did. I could only see my own reflection in the tinted visor of his Exosuit. With more negotiation, that is, upon threat of the mining tool that I placed to his head, he produced another ship for me, as if by conjuring.

It was somewhat larger, more aggressive in appearance, and had more room for supplies. Satisfied, I let the bandit go about his business, which was off world. I watched him launch into orbit, jumped in my new ship, and went about learning the language and orientation of its computer and instruments.

After manipulating the controls for some time, I came to the conclusion that the ship, a Domanish S84, was non-functional. Though I have chosen to step away from my life as a warrior, I would have killed the soulless slime on the spot for his deception had I not been so foolish as to let him escape.

In my exploration for parts and fuels, I discovered artifacts and encampments. I enjoyed learning about the Vy'keen, a race I also encountered on a space station when I left the planet.

I then traveled to Iashinguitt, a highly toxic planet. Special note: When encountering a Vy'keen monolith and it reveals to you glittering prizes, it is a poor choice to show your greedy side. It hurt.

Then on to Hiyamats Eroos. Mining, exploration, and a great opportunity to learn my Exosuit, and expand the capabilities of my mining device.
I moved on to discover a navigational beacon on Aicangxo Olasu, a lifeless planet.

It came time to leave the system. I wanted nothing but distance from the location where I warped into this universe. It is possible to have the signature traced by Ko'leekoh ships, in case I was discovered missing earlier than anticipated.

I warped to system, Uoyaogekon-Urch, where I found a most beautiful planet, Yihweyfa'alunagc. No animals, rich in materials and plants. There are Korvax here. I now believe that the merchant that brought me to this universe, and tried to abandon me with a broken ship was of that race. Like many of my own people, however, recognition may be impossible. I must give up this hostility I feel.

Headed to Niberturk Nanchio. Very hot. I was able to mine some valuable gold and heridium. I am beginning to earn funds and status.

About my ship, I am acclimating to its rudimentary functions. The first time I brought it to a high speed, it vibrated violently, instilling a worry that I had overlooked something in repairing it. As time goes by and I travel at both high pulse speeds and the two times I've used the warp drive, I've come to the conclusion that the ships in this region are made with extreme economy in mind. I am quite impressed by how fragile the Domnish S84 seems, yet it can easily absorb and dissipate the heat generated by entering a planet's atmosphere. I have analyzed the method of the outer layer's construction and find it is similar to the method used to make Ko'leekoh swords in ancient times. The metal is forged, folded, and forged again, so many times that I cannot determine it.

The Exosuit is comfortable, though inferior to that of what I am used to. I suppose that I should be glad it doesn't itch.

The journey has a benefit that I had considered and hoped for. I have virtually lost my sense of time. Hopping from one planet to another in a matter of moments, each one experienced its day or night, has thrown my internal clock off enough that I live in the moment. It is most freeing.

Warped to a new system Humbangkalo XV. Planet Ruppedrattuna. It's a nice place to do some mining.

I contemplate things as I carve a new pipe from the material from a strange species of tree. In my hasty preparations, I remembered to bring a small pouch of bek, a family of smokable leaves, but I left my pipe behind.

These flying armed drones that I am encountering on almost every planet so far are intriguing. They match each other in construction, but behave differently everywhere. Sometimes, they attack for little provocation, while leaving me completely alone as I mine. Very strange. Do they act on behalf of all the species I have encountered, or were they placed here by some higher authority, more powerful than the Vy'keen or the Korvax? I hope as I go, I stop running into these things.

For a time, I will rest in the cockpit of my ship as the rain of  Ruppedrattuna strikes the canopy.

A New Adventure for an Old Soldier (A 'No Man's Sky' player's log)

My name is Ichi Buddian and this is the first entry into my travel log. In the language of my people, ichi means a few different things. In some dialects, ichi means, one. In others, it means, man or soul. My race is called the Ko'Leekoh, and we have explored the galaxy for tens of thousands of my home world's solar revolutions. We have planted our people on countless planets and, due to recent internal affairs and struggles, have been unable to remain in contact with these colonies.

We Ko'Leekoh are an ancient race, born of the mother planet, Urohai. We are a warlike race, only recently adapted to the role of nomadic explorers in the vastness of space. Even so, we have found conflict with ourselves and other races over planets and resources. Over the course of my life, combat has become a tedious, tiresome occupation.

Only the members of the royal family have remained fully biological, and represent our race's original physical appearance. These few of the elite are able to reproduce by natural means. The balance of our race are cybernetic organisms that have been reanimated a multitude of times. I am no different. As a soldier, I have been involved in many wars with races of other worlds, wars with different factions and tribes of Ko'Leekoh, and have defended the ruling family from assassination or rebellion on many occasions. Over my long career, I have gathered notoriety and wealth from my actions.

Our reproductive and reanimation technologies have kept us in existence, but at great cost. The average Ko'Leekoh'ah cannot reproduce. Our genes have been so distorted and modified over time that we are forced to rely on synthetically recreated organs, limbs, and flesh. The less fortunate of our race cannot afford the finest examples of these processes and products, often being forced to build our own devices or go without limbs lost in accidents or combat.

Essentially, we are a race of undead.

I hold the rank of Prime Commander, and have served in every branch of our military forces, whether they be ground based, watercraft, or space vessel. Due to my high ranking and earned respect of my people, I've been able to afford the finest of care to maintain an acceptable physical appearance. Even so, the scars run deep.

Though my cybernetic elements of my body are greatly improved over that of natural Ko'Leekoh physiology, my mind is what it has always been. I have grown tired of conflict and wish only to be alone. I have arranged the purchase of a small vessel capable of traveling to the end of our universe, where I can cross over into the next. This has taken much of my wealth, and it is my hope that I am not investigated before I can depart. I am so close to the royal family that I am above much scrutiny, but if I am caught, by Ko'Leekoh law I can be publicly discontinued.

I am looking forward to making my escape into the next universe. All I wish to do is strip the ceremonial war paint from my facemask, burn my uniform, and live out my natural life as an explorer of that space in peace. May I succeed.

Ichi

UPDATE: Word has arrived that my one-man craft awaits me. It's time I made my move. I have sent my personal belongings along with my adjutant officer to our next assigned objective. I have told him to expect me to follow shortly. It is my hope that this diversion will give me enough time to get to my new ship and make my escape into the neighboring universe. My adventure begins!