//Diagnostic Check---OK.
Occupant - Aria Huepfer
Status: -Deceased//Error
Cause of Death: Unknown. Please contact Medical Support for full diagnosis and/or post -mortem.

Data found in Technical log; printing.

//Alright, so I know this ain’t the best place to be writing this, but everything’s gone to hell and my own PDA’s busted, much like most stuff here, and it was this or painting it in Ashley’s blood on the wall, and i’ve not lost my damn mind yet.

So i’m not superstitious by any means, you get into space and you start believing in the power ‘a physics more than anything, but I ain’t seen no textbook to explain what’s been going on since we brought this damn hypersleep capsule onboard. Green shift dragged it in from some hulk in the drift, it was in a still-sealed compartment torn away from some much bigger vessel, some big long-haul freighter if I had to guess. Nobody asked too many questions about it, i’ve yet to meet the crewmember who enjoyed thinking of themselves as a vulture picking through corpses. Team loaded in anything they could unweld, along with that pod; maybe they thought they might get some sorta recompense for returning remains to a family or something, I don’t ask what command does or why. The girl inside looks reasonably okay, just like she’s sleeping or something, but all her vitals are straight flatline. Nobody home. Weird how this thing never failed when everything else did, right?

 Ever since then, none of our subsystems have been working right. Lights have been failing at random, fuses burned out, machines breaking down way below their maint cycles, even doors jamming shut, like a damned ghost in the machine. ‘Course nobody wanted to suggest it was the damned cryotube, this day and age, you’d sound mad, they’d have you on medical for homesickness or instability. You just keep your mouth shut, fix things, do your checklists. Except we started running out of spares fast. Things failing faster than we could keep up with em, not enough replacements in stores, and the machining tools were running 24/7 just to keep the ship together, taping enough plates in place so we didn’t all end in hard vacuum.

Eventually people stopped turning up for shifts. I didn’t notice myself at first, till whoever I was supposed to relieve never came back to hotbunk. Less hands, more problems. I heard of a few accidents, people getting caught in doors where the safeties failed, some machines going lethal, but I didn’t see nothing myself till today. Ashley there’s missing a fair bit of her torso right now, and i’m glad I can’t see what’s under the blast door. Others just never turned up again. Nothing found, not even their ID, like the darkness just took em. Lot of sections where you only had your personal illuminator, lighting subsystem was just completley dead. People kept coming up with excuses, or reasons. Electrical storms in the void, bad firmware, even lots of accusations of sabotage.

But me? It’s this pod. This damn pod i’m sittin’ right next to right now. Maybe it’s cursed, maybe it’s got some vengeful spirit we disturbed, maybe it’s some crazy electrical disturbance I can’t find on my tools, but it’s the only thing that fits. It’s doing it. I don’t know how, I can’t explain it, but this thing is slowly destroying this ship piecemeal. If I could, i’d space the thing, get the emergency beacon up and try to wait out rescue in cryo. But i’m stuck in this damn room. The door’s fused shut, the air’s getting thin, none of my access works and i’ve got  something to eat for maybe two days. I don’t know the status of the rest of the ship, if anyone’s still alive, but I haven’t heard anything like movement in hours. 

Not sure what i’m going to do. If you find this log, hopefully my body isn’t anywhere near it. You find this pod though, leave it here. Let this ship fall into a star or something, or come apart. Just don’t touch it, walk away. It’s not worth any curiousity or reward or anything you think it might contain. Sure, I sound crazy, that i’ve just correlated an old, worn out ship with a run-of-the-mill cryosleep chamber, but I gotta ask you.

You’ve seen the state of this ship. You wanna take that risk?

Good luck out there. Hopefully we meet in better circumstances, whoever you are.

DATA LOG END-///