Snippet #1430874

Time seemed to be dragging along for Daeryk like video-logues of a tree-inhabiting creature called a sloth that was native to the original Earth. His mind kept straying off into strange corners, often recollecting non-sequitor pieces of information, like several Pre- Colonial wars fought in Earth’s early years, or ideas posed by philosophers he had studied for some time. Unfortunately he began mumbling to himself, and not realizing that his comm was on, began to ultimately speak aloud as he scoured the crew compartments, searching for signs of anything that had happened here.

“Of course if Whitefield was here he would say this was a result of the crew lacking in religious observance, but how would Nietzsche respond?”

This senseless prattling helped to ease a compounded anxiety, but was proving nearly ineffectual by the absolute lack of life in every living-quarter. Where did everything go, and what was that stuff floating around? A beam cast from the light of helmet-lamps swept over a hologram display device encased with the strange substance, and Daeryk floated towards it, cautiously extending a hand to clasp the object, opening its cartridge compartment, and amazingly found several salvageable chips inside.

Reaching up to flip the comm channel open, but freezing for a moment knowing that his soliloquy had been broadcast the whole time, and detailed the possibly valuable discovery to the Captain.

“Hey Theo I found a couple holographic data-chips in one of the cabins. The projector here is no good, but we might be able to get something out of them back on the ship.”

Making way out of the compartment Daeryk launched himself down the hallway towards Alethea and Theo, hoping that these chips might contain even a brief discourse of a crew-member’s shiplogue.