21.09.2015, Unknown location, navigation devices are showing different data and working randomly. Might be that is related to the fact that there might be a small pulsar nearby, fucking around with my ships electronics.
So here i am, second day in this hazy galaxy, mainly consisting of new emerging stars, no planets yet, probably. Last time the navigation devices made any sense i was 7 light years away from a cluster of pulsars and that was like 2 cosmic days ago, so i might as well be floating between several of those fuckers. Luckily my ship is equipped with a fairly reliable shielding mechanism from the Solar System no. 9- they produce really cheap and reliable ones with the nanotechnology layers combined with the energetic force field to better protect against the pulsars radiation.
Could as well be that me and my crew have to float here for a few cosmic weeks before the systems get stabile enough to start navigating towards our main target. The target is located near the center of the Monkeys' Testicle Nebula in the 5-th sector of the Shadow Valley Galaxy. As the captain of this ship and the leader of this wonderful crew i'm obligated to keep a tight eye on things while we're passing the potential pulsars because these things can be relatively random at times and further delay our arrival to the destination.
Besides the randomly acting electronics i've also noticed a strange behaviour of one of our crew members, Moldrin. He seems to be occupied with someting, like his mind is occupied with some problem or a riddle that he desperately tries to solve but never seems to really find the real answer that would fit all the assumptions and theories and logic, and make... sense if you will...
Our main engireer, Adrin (who's a big dopehead, but a wonderful and excellent at engineering- so i keep him in the crew) seems to know something about. So i decided to ask Adrin what it's all about, what is it that makes Moldrin seemingly so far away and in his own little bubble. Adrin, engineer and master of his craft, gave me an insight into Moldrins mind, into his brain cells and neurons, where millions of switches turn on and off on a daily basis. As Adrin spends most of his time giving advice to our navigators and mechanics and updates the ships systems as necessary he had noticed that Moldrin, while not on his shift, spends time playing multitable tournaments at PokerStars (a poker room back on earth, our birthplace and home). As a gambling man myself i don't mind a little gamble here and there, even on this ship, but keeping it separated from work. Moldrin clearly needs to get his act together and stop worrying about all these situations at the tables. "Thank you, Adrin for your insight", i said and gave our engineer a task to put some sense to Moldrins head.
That out of the way i suddenly realised that if Moldrin plays multitable tournaments @PokerStars then he might use our electric circuitry for the galactic internet in his cabin (as his cabin is not connected to the main network by default) and that might just be the reason why the devices have been failing for days now!! God damn, Moldrin! Might as well be that we were floating around the Monkeys' Testicle Nebula without knowing it!!! What a relief would that be if that's true.
Ok, sent our mechanic to investigate into this matter and obviously the circuitry thing was used for the internet and Moldrin fucked us over with his gambling habit, leaving us floating in space, clueless of our actual location or surroundings. What a dick!
Oh, well. At least i can start mining the TR0091 gas from the Monkeys' Testicle Nebula pretty soon and our estimation is that it shouldn't take longer than two weeks to fill the containers. After that we'll head to the Solar System no 11 to cash it in for a nice profit.
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