Wake up. Get out of bed. Eat. Wander. @$&*, then shower. Sleep.
This has been my process for aproxomentally seventy two cycles, roughly 72 years. I am PQ-005102. Last active sentinel of the pariythn. Begining entry of race description now.
Us pariythn are decendants of an exiled race from many ages ago in another galaxy. We were loaded onto a ring of planets and cast off into space, the void of it between galaxys. We have been adrift for more cycles than the oldest computer on the ring can record, that is to say a very long time. Only recently have we decided to take matters into our own hands and have begun detaching our planets and sending them off, hoping they find some star to orbit.
This began as we began to grow tired of our limited life and knowledge, we cannot explore space, lest we be left behind by the ring. We cannot mine into our planets and explore their depths, lest we de-stablize the crust. These are only a few of our blockades.
So it was decided it would be preferable to jetson ourselves off in hope of finding a new true home as opposed to senselessly flying through the void for eternity. I am currently on the last planet, we jetson from the ring tommarow, with the whole planet going into stasis until we find somewhere suitible.
The threat of death before then is real but we belive that we shall arrive intact, atleast enough of us to start over.
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>BEGIN SYSTEM CHECK
>CYCLES SINCE JETSON 6000
>ENTRY OF GALAXY CONFIRMED
>ASSESSING PLANET FLIGHT PATH
>PLANET WILL NOT COME CLOSE ENOUGH TO ORBIT WITHIN GALAXY TIME SCALE
>BEGIN ALTERNATE JETSON PROCESS
>THAWING JETSON CREWS
>REBOOTING ESSENTIAL SYSTEMS
>ENABLING GRAVITY
>AWAKEN SENTINEL 58-158-2
>AWAKENING PROCESS CONFIRM
>RETURNING TO NORMAL PLANET PROTOCALL
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After collapsing onto the floor one of my worst predictions came to life, the planet would not intercept. We're going to have to jetson off cities and ships, hoping they catch orbit around a planet or some other mass.
Sighing in frustration and defeat I quickly took the elevator to the control pad where the rest of the jetson crew were waiting, each member bearing a look of sadness and defeat. Following a brief moment of silence I began selecting the cities and where we would jetson them based on timescale for the galaxy.
This took aproxomentally a day or so to plan out completley. Following that each jetson pilot was equiped with a biological survival suit and equiped with basic weaponry, enough to defend themselves against common basic wildlife and a more powerfull rifle for emergency's, which the suit's smart AI would decide upon.
With all that taken care of goodbyes and words of luck we're exchanged, and alternate body sets for each readied. After this I returned to stasis, knowing full well the next time I awoke this planet would have but one resident.
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>JETSON OF ALL POSSIBLE PLANET PIECES CONFIRMED.
>SCANNING FLIGHT PATH
>ALERT POTENTIAL PLANET FOR SENTINAL FOUND
>BEGIN AUTOMATIC SENTINAL POD JETSON PROCESS
>SELECTING TARGET PLANET
>SELECTION CONFIRMED
>BEGINING...
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With a crash I was awokened, rising from my stasis pod I went to the window to see the cause of my awakening. What I saw before me only brought forth great sadness, the planet was a barren wasteland, devoid of life entirly, leaving me as the only thing still there.
The AI's voice caught my attention a moment later, informing me of the jetson plans, leaving me roughly an hour to prepare or miss my only window. With a grunt of affermation I went about normal jetson proccedures. Equiping my suit. Checking and readying alternate bodies. And many other tedious things.
With a five minute warning I made my way back to my pod, stasis fumes and fluid filling it with un-conciousness rushing through me the next.
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"Landing sequence complete, planet biosphere and surface intact." I hear a famlier AI drone in through my helmet as I wrench myself out of my stasis tank, body in general groaning in protest.
"Begin digging JP concealment chamber. Begin system repairs. Begin. Tea." A series of affermative beeps follows my commands as I stumble to my chair, taking tea in hand and drinking greedly as I woke up fully. It took me only a few minutes to finish my tea and begin pod check, which proved rather cumbursome with the constant shaking as it burrowed itself into the ground, stopping about three hours later.
"Ship, status of local bio forms." "Not currently sentient. Not close either." it replies cooly as I sigh in annoyence, walking back to my stasis pod and slipping inside. "Begin stasis until viable inhabitents are discerned to be alive." I say with a good amount of venom in my voice, the famlier sensation of passing out coursing through me moments later.
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>SCANNING LOCAL AREA
>POSSIBLE TENANT FOUND
>SCANNING SPECIES
>IDENTITY "SLIME GIRL"
>INDEXING INTELLECT LEVEL OF INDIVIDUAL
>SCAN COMPLETE TARGET IS ON ACCEPTABLE LEVEL FOR HANDLER OF SENTINAL
>AWAKENING SENTINAL
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Opening my eyes the sight awaiting them was depressing to say the least, being exposed for who knows how many years speeding the degridation up more than expected. Most systems bar essentialls to be turned off.
Groaning in frustratioin I went about the menial task of restoring the ship, cleaning and preforming matinince duties. Took me about five hours to actually complete, following that the AI informed me that I would be going to the surface soon to meet with a local.
In my better judgemet I went to the body bay, selecting something close to 'human', which were apparently the native race of the planet. Swapping out only taking a few moments I went to my dig pod, setting everything to be ready for my return, saying a final goodbye to the AI before begining mt long grind to the surface.
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Going through a time skip in events here eventually the suprisingly calm slime woman allowed me to continue my residence under the inn as long I should help out, and not being armed nor knowing what she was capable of I agree'd.
Suprisingly the inn work was less than a pain considering how slow the place is normally fairly empty, much to the slime woman's disdain. I've decided to move into the inn proper and this is likely to be my final log entry for sometime, I can only hope that the others survived.
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