Walking to the South Pole on Stovalas IX

As I continued my search for the South Pole on Stovalas IX I decided to open up the comms and see who answered. I was pleasantly surprised when Justin and  NMS Survival Guru from the amino community joined me on the chat comms.  Having someone along on these lonely walks can really lift your spirits and I was thankful to see their messages.

This being my fifth attempt at walking to the pole I am begining to lose faith in my ability to find it.  I know I am getting close because the sun barely rises above the horizon now and it barely sets below it. I fear that I am getting into the area where I could lose my bearings and walk through the pole causing the sun to set at my back rather than in front of me.  That would tell me I’m in the right place but would extend my journey needlessly.  There is also the chance that I will keep walking slightly to the left or right of the pole and put my self in a situation where I endlessly chase the setting sun.

Even with these concerns I press on through the the storms and treacherous cliffs.  Today I found the resources to improve my plasma cannon’s velocity. I also stumbled across a ship hailing beacon. Now when I finally pinpoint the pole I will be able to get back to base quickly.

I’ve opened new hailing frequencies to help travelers better locate my transmissions:

The First Time

The first time my light dimmed, the Euclid Galaxy made no notice.  There was no great cataclysm, no war, not even a mild disagreement between adversaries.  The moment can only be described as a fool underestimating the harshness of space.

I have lived several lives in the linear path of what I currently know as my existence.  My first life began when I took possession of  a body on Zensesones Kanta and it lasted only 34 minutes.   I distinctly remember the sense of wonder I felt as the systems in my exosuit began to load and I was first able to take in my surroundings.  Ooperfus Amurang, a shy grazing creature, scurried all about on two legs.  Their bony wing like plates drooping behind them like a sad butterflies dipped in water.   Z.K. is a smoldering planet, that means  its daytime temperatures regularly reach 37.5° C with underground temperatures averaging -5° C .

Although temperatures on Z.K. are not conducive to my survival, there is a bountiful variety of Flora there.  Fauna has not been as successful but can be found occasionally.   The sentinels on Z.K. kept a low security stance and were relatively passive when it came to mineral extraction.

One of the first challenges I faced was finding a way to fix my analysis visor and scanner.  These are critical multi-tool items for any Euclid Survivalist and should be well maintained at all times.  I quickly got to work collecting the 40 Iron required to repair my visor and then set about collection the 80 carbon required to repair the scanner.  With my visor fixed, I quickly began scanning every plant, creature and rock in sight.

I was so blind with wonder that I neglected to notice the important things.  I didn’t notice how fast my  jet pack depleted my life support.  Nor did I notice the strain that running was putting on my exosuit.  I was just to happy to be alive and on this strange alien world.