<< BACK TO RELAY ONE LOG From: Capt. Banderia To: Anyone Re: Hope The black starry expanse is as black as the repilicated coffee I'm drinking. What I wouldn't give for a real cup of coffee. Our rations of "real" food is nearly gone. We've been stranded somewhere near the center of the galaxy after a black hole knocked us off course. Six months. Our navigation system is broke and we don't have the parts to fix half the ship. Somehow our 3D printer was destroyed in our near death experience with a super massive black hole. No communications either. Stuck. Thankfully there is nobody worried about me. When you sign up for this gig, you have reasonable expectations you might never go home. I could never put someone through that. I might not have anybody, but the crew does, and that worries me. We're a scientific ship; not equipped for battle. Thankfully we've managed to stay undetected from alien races using high pulsed neutrinos from our warp reactor to look like a quasar. My chief science officer concocted that one. Damn brilliant. While I may have nobody, and as dire as this situation is, I'll try one last time to send a communication and hope for a response. My crew is desperate for many things, but most desperate for hope.