Crucis Starport, 601.0 - Captain H'roo'roo recording

My prayers have been answered, and I am the captain of a brand new spacefaring vessel! I shall name her True Blue to express my devotion to the Great Old Ones, who gave me such a wonderful gift. Hail to them and their Prophets! I am leaving now with my handpicked crew of officers to inspect her.

Crucis Starport, supplemental entry

... well, I suppose she's a start, at least. I can't expect a dreadnaught to just fall into my lap. Still, my officers say it'll be a full-time job just to keep her from falling apart. One of my first goals will be to upgrade her essential modules to a somewhat reliable state -- that needs to happen before I can accomplish anything out in space. But how much can I do with just 500 energy units?

And, dogdammit, we lift off in a few hours. Where are all my officers?

Orbiting Crucis, 602.2 - Captain H'roo'roo recording

My officers thought to surprise me by taking a crash course at the school -- unfortunately, while they're smarter, I'm poorer by 200 energy. I've told them to bid farewell to any family they have left on Crucis, because we're leaving the system. Sometimes, it's nice not having anyone to say goodbye to... anyone still alive, that is...

Orbiting Betelgeuse, 606.7 - Captain H'roo'roo recording

After a series of small jumps to conserve energy (and to explore the neighboring systems), we've arrived at Betelgeuse, one of the major hubs of commerce in this sector. I've picked up a load of chocolate from the mysterious comet clouds, but there's currently a glut on the market at the Dog colony here. I need to find another colony that needs it more. Meanwhile, the Starnet terminal here will keep my officers busy.

Orbiting Betelgeuse, 607.3 - Captain H'roo'roo recording

<GRADE A CLEARANCE REQUIRED>

Docked at Holiday Planet, 611.0 - Medical Officer Arr'aroo recording

Medical Officer here -- the captain has taken ill, and I'm prescribing a week of rest at the Holiday Planet. I think the stress of maintaining this demo ship finally got to him. A few days relaxing in a Vootokian mudbath should do the trick.

Orbiting Pollux, 615.5 - Captain H'roo'roo recording

Arr'aroo was right, I did need some rest. But even better, I learned of a great place to sell chocolate. Selling here at Pollux should gain me 266 energy of pure profit. No shops here, though, and the warp drive broke again. I estimate just a few more weeks before it's completely unusable. I've got to find a replacement soon.

Orbiting Schedar, 620.6 - Captain H'roo'roo recording

Thanks to a tip from the Constitution, who also happens to be President of the Galactic Council, we are at Schedar, which furnished me with a slightly used Basic warp drive. That, with a new cargo pod picked up in the last few days, gives me the means to start building a ship that can handle the rigors of spacing.

Orbiting Kruger, 623.0 - Captain H'roo'roo recording

Not all tips turn out for the best. Hearing that Kruger bought chocolate, I spent too much on warping here only to discover the market was saturated, and they won't even buy my three units. Well, at least the factory here will buy if I scrap them.

Orbiting Hamal, 626.2 - Captain H'roo'roo recording

A few leads on adventures didn't pan out. They seem to disappear too fast to make them viable methods of gaining modules, and my officers just aren't skilled enough yet. I jumped to Hamal to try and raise money the old-fashioned way -- trade. Also, the terminal here will help my officers brush up on the latest techniques.

Orbiting Hamal, 630.3 - Captain H'roo'roo recording

With the help of several other ships in the 'Nets who track terminal accesses, my last officer hacked into the Starnet and is now able to gain the benefit of its vast storehouse of information. And I have had the great fortune of a dialogue with the Prophet of the Merciful One, Pequod, who has agreed to help me out with some energy! May he be Prophet for many turns more!

Orbiting Aurigae, 635.8 - Captain H'roo'roo recording

My last demo module wore out today -- my demo pod just collapsed when the Ants here unloaded the chocolate. Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say... although I don't mean to badmouth the Great Old Ones. Once I get rid of the rest of my cargo, I'll fill up on a few Ninja Beers and warp out of here -- my Engineering officer has had a heck of a time dodging these aggressive Weasels.

Also, <GRADE A CLEARANCE REQUIRED>

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