GSG (Galactic Surveyor's Guild) - Catta Gule
Frontier Space
31 December 4499 - New Year's Eve
Maybe having that splice streamer join the crew wasn't such a bad move after all. Did a show for the 50,000 some-odd miners here. Anyways the Guild office survey data for the last 2-3 months have been dumped into the GSG servers for fellow scouts, getting refuelled and checked up.
While the crew and I were catching a drink, a man (Gregory Thornfield) in a suit, from Lysander Biochemical, approaches us with a rather worried expression. Without any corporation ships due to arrive in a week, he's asked us to go look into a research team sent to a nearby planet in the same system. He agrees to give us 60 rounds of ammunition and 2 vac suits, which he delivers outside our ship an hour later.
2 January 4500
Lucid and I work together and discover some encrypted messages from the derelict's ship's array, which is in a stable orbit and in working order from appearance, although the interior lights are off. Ship's sens-oars pick up nothing out of the ordinary. We breach the ship after a spacewalk.
Once inside, we find a room with busted-open cages and one open cryopod, opened roughly four days ago (team lost contact only a day prior). The closed cryopods seem to be empty. The dried blood on the floor, from a wide variety of creatures, has been left there over the last five days, along with some parts. Before leaving the room, we hear some skittering beneath us, from the ventilation chutes.
So far, the elevator lighting was fine, and the lighting in the power bay was at a low level, the reception area lights were off. All other lights have been shot out.
In the ship's galley, we find a blood-covered door, and inside we 12 dead humans gnawed on by human teeth and missing limbs. The entire kitchen has been uprooted, with blood all over the place. It looks like there are animal parts in the kitchen, but just humans in the freezer.
In the pilot's quarters, the lights are on full, and the mattress has been thrown on the floor. A picture frame is smashed on the ground, and the clothing on the ground has a name, Leo Ricardo. We hear more skittering - it moves away.
While Lucid hacks into the personal computer of the next crew quarters, we hear larger movements out in the hallway. After 2-3 minutes, after some growling, it moves away. After 20 minutes, we finally have access to the computer. The computer screen's logo, for Butler Chemicals, appears, and the computer welcomes a Harris Sloacome. It looks like he was reporting trade secrets to the company every week. The last message, from Butler Chemicals to Slowcome, orders him to extract himself and plant the device. There's a further reply from Sloacome:
Device placed. Leaving soon.