Commander's Log - StarDate 20160818

   While still venturing through the expanses of deep space, I've managed to accomplish much.

   First of all, I've managed to completely upgrade my exosuit, so now I'm more than ready to face the many perilous dangers of all the galaxies I'm destined to travel throughout, with tons of pockets to boot!  (Which means now I'll have ample space to store all the intergalactic-creatures I plan to capture playing Pokemon Go in the downtime, now if only my coverage worked more than just two bars all the way out here in the Whose-a-muh-whatzit Galaxy... erm, anywho...)

   Secondly, since my last log, I've managed to upgrade my ship a couple more times.  Again with wrecked and crashed ships, and pilots that resembles something canned by a company called Campbell.  Anyways, I won't lie, the first ship upgrade, although better than our last ship before it, pretty much resembled a tampon with a windshield (and here I thought only maxis had wings!).  To top it off, it was pink... normally, I have zero problems with the color pink, but when it's doused across an item that eerily resembles a tampon, yeah, needless to say it was a bit uncomfortable flying that thing around for quite some time.  The next ship after it, with again a bit of a step up, had a bunch of better gizmos, and also resembled a weird insect with a couple of huge eyes... was really neat to say the least.

   Thirdly, I've also jumped a few galaxies, and came across something  known as the Atlas Controller.  This intergalactic being known as Atlas has addressed me yet again, urging me to continue along its path and to continue the quest of the Atlas.  Hoping this quest-line of Atlas doesn't side-track me from returning home, but either way, get this sneaking suspicion that I want to do this quest, and that being on the wrong side of Atlas is probably a quick route to intergalactic-disintegration!

   The last few galaxies I've been to continue to be housed and populated by the Korvax.  Not a bad people of any sort, though, it is strange they all wear face-masks... as if sucked from the Halo dimension or some such!

   I continue to upgrade my ship, and what bits of exosuit and multi-tool that I can, but other than that, I continue to toil away the time with endless research of the species, the flora and fauna, the local dialects, and collecting various elements that may aid me in my travels.

   For now though, this log should be thought of as supplemental and will log more as the information and/or experiences become pertinent enough to do so!

   Commander Thundermonkey, now signing off! :)

Commander's Log - StarDate 20160816

   Finally got these new systems back up.  I had found yet another "abandoned" ship, a hulk of a ship; still not as nice as some of the high-end ones I've seen at the Space Station in this quadrant, but still beast and had several upgrades pre-installed.  Only problem was having to repair each and every system one by one.

   After repairing the ship and getting it operational, I jumped to the next galaxy over.  Computer tells me the name of it is... well, let's just say I'd better be able to pronounce it only if I slammed my face as hard as humanly possible into the console a few times, and the first sounds I'd mutter out would pretty much nail it.  Anyways, this galaxy seems to be home of the Gek.  Interesting race... with their beak noses/faces, can't put my finger on whether they're a decent of birds, gecko, or turtles.  Either way, pleasant bunch, and yet another language to learn.

   I'm still at work on the Vy'Keen language, up to 80 words, give or take; though in the meantime I've managed to learn a dozen or two words of the Gek.  I'm also finding this race to be a much more set of shrewd negotiators than the Vy'Keen ever were.  If I'm not careful I'm going to trade for a dimensional-matrix and come to find the only thing I'm left holding besides the dimensional-matrix is the barrel that's taken the place of my clothing.

   I had discovered and visited each of the six planets in the Gek's sector, some more than others, but have also managed to wrangle up the materials to beef up my exosuit, my ship, and even my beast-rig of a multi-tool.

   I ended up jumping to the next galaxy, which belongs to the Korvax race.  I'm not certain, but I'm fairly certain that their equivalent to our brain, is a microchip and a heat-sync.  This sector has five planets and a moon.  Been to and discovered each; a couple of them are great for blowing off some steam, as the sentinels on them seem to be haywire or malfunctioning perhaps, as they seem hostile and like to shoot on site?  My favorite kind of sentinels, in fact, the kinds best used for target-practice!

   For the time being I'm hunkering down somewhat for a tiny bit, hovering planets in this sector, seeing what I can find, while hoping to find the ship to beat all mother-ships, but one can hope.  Have found a bunch of drop pods though, my exosuit is slowly becoming its own beast-armor.

   Well, that's about it, Captain Thundermonkey signing off to plunge headfirst back into the stars and the black abyss beyond!

Commander's Log - StarDate 20160814

   After spending the whole of the second day roaming and searching out further on the planet, I had decided to leave the planet today when the timing was right.  From what I can tell I've managed to log all the local flora and fauna of the planet, and almost cataloged all the animals, save for one that escaped... my elusive "white whale" so to speak.

   I found yet another ship crashed into this wild ship's graveyard... this pilot was worse off than the last... as it took a good while to scrape and pick the pilot's full remains out of the glove-compartment... and I so wish I was kidding!  Guess we can give that one a jar-label of "Captain: The Special Sauce".  As for this ship's name... I'm fairly certain the only way a human could pronounce it, is if they cut their tongue in two, and had one half sound part while the other half sounded the other part, at the same exact time... forget just tongue-twisting level of confusing... thus, not even going to try!

   I've massively upgraded and modded out my multi-tool and managed to squeeze 22-slots into it.  I'm seeing a way to get it up to 24, which I may mess with later... but for the time being it fights creatures like a cannon, and mines up resources in almost the same fashion... it might almost seem fitting for it to have a spinning barrel-chamber like a gattling-gun at this point. ;)

   After stocking up a bunch of resources and believing myself ready to plunge back into the wild blue yonder just before hitting the wild blackness with white polka-dots of beyond, I finally bid fair well to Captain John Doe and Captain The Special Sauce, and rocket towards the sun, which oddly seemed to be just to my left as I was leaving the atmosphere, gonna' have to make a note of that if I ever return to the planet, because I'm fairly positive its thermostat is busted!

   On my way up to the atmosphere I received a distress-signal alert on the view-screen... after scanning and locking its coordinates, I decided to track it down and see what's up.  Turns out it was yet another Vy'Keen on a neighboring planet.  This Vy'Keen however, had a message for me from a couple people, one of which I believe was named Polo, along with a blueprint for a light-speed hyper-drive.  That'll be welcome on my trek back home.  I rubbed his belly as I've come to learn to do with still being able to fluently communicate, pretty certain that's either a sign of respect or a request to a first date; whichever it is, I shouldn't be around on this rock long enough to find out, I hope... however, I am now up to what I believe is almost 60 words of their dialect, so that's good.

   Packing it up and about to leave this little rock, I seem to get another hail from a nearby off-world space-station.  Setting my coordinates I head there.  Seems the same people that left the hyper-drive blueprint, have left another note telling me to buy one of the parts I need from a terminal on the station... at my own expense, gee, that sure was nice of them... sarcasm.

   Finishing up, I find myself receiving a third hail from a planet that's a tiny bit of a jaunt across this galaxy, so I set coordinates, and boost my way over there.  After a few minutes I come across a planet a bit even more barren than the one I went to originally for the hyper-drive blueprint.  I've decided to jokingly name this planet "Mars II", and the one that had the hyper-drive blueprint "Valley of Death"... due to a sense of endearment and fuzzy-blanket-style-feelings to the first planet, I've decided to keep its name off the records, so that it can be my private "vacationing spot" later in the future, maybe.

   Anyways, on "Mars II", there's another Vy'Keen with another note and a chunk of antimatter which apparently is needed to assemble the hyper-drive.  Once I had all the components I needed, I went ahead and built the sucker into the ship.  I've decided to rocket up and park half-way through the atmosphere in an ionosphere-pocket, rendering me undetectable by radar for the most part, and am watching the event-horizon of the galaxy "sunset" as we speak.

   Once again, this is Commander Thundermonkey signing off until next time!

Commander's Log - StarDate 20160812

   Yesterday, upon making what was supposed to be typical drills along routine scout-tracking routes, out of nowhere, seemingly a wormhole managed to not only manifest and materialize, but it also managed to completely envelope my ship.  By the traditional theories, it should have completely disintegrated my ship as well as myself, I think, however, instead it somehow popped me out in some portion of the universe that I'm completely unfamiliar with, yet somehow, my ship has managed to grab limited data of the solar-system we're in, it's suggesting there's a chance that I may be all the way across the universe.  Apparently this system is named: "Nessumburgendaw IV"... can't say I've heard of it, yeah, there's a surprise.  The planet I'm on appears to be very lush; the grass is neon-green, while the landscape seems to share colors of orange and purple along with colors in between on that spectrum.

   Now, the bad news, upon being ejected from the wormhole, I had no control of my ship whatsoever as it spiraled out of control, through the atmosphere of this planet, that the ship's computer wasn't able to get a name for, and crash-landed on the surface.  There was decent damage done in the impact, but all of it was repairable.  First order of business was to go scouting for supplies and resources to fix up the ship as well as keep my life-support topped up.

   After an arduous amount of time and effort, along with procuring what was needed for repairs, I managed to repair the ship and get it operational again.  Even though it was operational, it should be noted, that was in mechanics ONLY... all systems were completely on the fritz.  It wasn't until just a bit earlier today, (StarDate 20168013) that I was able to get the systems back online, and thus why I'm finally making a commander's log.

   On this planet there seems to be a plentiful amount of flora and fauna, and the planet itself is huge.  After repairing the ship yesterday, I ventured out in multiple directions, in a clockwise cross-formation trying to get a bearing for where about on the planet I may be, and what's surrounding locally.  From my impressions, I've barely made a dent in the charting of the planet.  Even though I could take off into space and head towards any random planet, I felt it prudent to keep scouring around, stockpiling on any resources possible, while trying to map out the locale; as blind and random travel would not only burn up resources, it wouldn't really help to get me home.

   Considering the scouting outcomes, I'm glad I chose to scout around.  There's a moderate amount of wild-life on this planet, and not all of it friendly, but nothing I can't handle... there's also some sort of robotic droids that keep hovering around and scanning everything.  The droids have gotten into a few fire-fights with me and lost each time... for some reason they seem to be a tad reactionary when I mine too many minerals and resources.

   I picked up on a signal-beacon for another crashed ship... bad news is, the pilot would definitely need a closed-casket for a funeral; while the good news is, their ship not only had more storage-capacity than mine, it had a handful of other bells and whistles.  So upon slumping the pilot into my ship, as well as cleaning off the seat cause it was a tad sticky, and swapping the goods from my ship over, I'm now the proud owner of some vessel known as: "Hokuchiki S72".  If I get the chance, I'm hoping to paint over the name and officially rename it... all due respect to the former pilot, one Ace: John Doe, erm, anywho.

   I also managed to become lucky enough to upgrade my multi-tool a couple of times, along with the ability to mod it up fairly well.  I'm also a quick-learner and trying to learn the local Vy'Keen dialect... I've managed to master a whole of 10-15 words so far.  I still can't understand what they're saying whatsoever, but at least now when I make greetings, at least they're not automatically pointing me to the bathroom.  I've also been finding lots of new discoveries, several oddities, nothing like back home... though, I'm sure here, I'd be the oddity.  Anyways I've managed to scan several plants and animals along with learning their local designations... even if some are kind of tongue-twisters.

   I still have no idea what the name of this planet is, so in the meantime, I've decided to loosely name it after my two cats back home.  Perhaps once I have a better grip of the language I can update the log with the official name, but since I'm nicknaming it, and it feels rather unofficial, might be best to keep the planet's nickname to myself for the time being.

   That's officially all for now; will update again when there's some more note-worthy progress... for now though, especially to conserve system-power, Commander Thundermonkey, signing off.