We arrive. [END OF ENTRY] Captain's Log, entry #12 I woke up.

Man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the enemy ship. "FIRE!", I commanded. The weapons were using FWCS, which had various glaring vulnerabilities. * The weapons console being down was actually helpful, as the ship set off into the station. An appendage suddenly stuck out of the Hexagon Group. This is.