Locked Out

I don’t know what to do.

There, I said it. Bet that came as a surprise, eh? This infallible, invulnerable Space Lord is out of ideas for once. My minicruiser’s been stolen and I’ve been locked out of my base. Yeah, you read that right. I’ve been right royally duped, and no mistake.

It began while I was exploring Iceland. I got a message alerting me to an emergency back home. The object I’d retrieved from the water a few weeks ago had stopped transmitting, and a couple of minutes later, it seems all the power systems failed at the same time. I don’t know for sure what caused that, but I can speculate. I’m guessing the object had something to do with it. Perhaps it was syphoning the output of my fusion plant for some nefarious purpose. In theory, the vault should have remained sealed because there’s a power failsafe on it. However, a physical seal isn’t always sufficient to keep more advanced forms of technology trapped, for which I often rely on more esoteric measures that require power, such as gravitational node compressors. I now have no idea whether the thing is contained.

Of course, I immediately aborted my trip and returned home to investigate. While I was poking about around the entrance wondering whether I could activate the door without the internal power, I was startled to hear the minicruiser take off behind me. I was alone in the woods on the mountain, unable to reach any of my usual technology, and with only a pocket multitool and a couple of basic weapons on my person. I’ve no way of flying out of here, and I can’t figure out where the hell the minicruiser might have gone. It’s also a mystery to me how the hell anyone else knew how to fly it.

You know in the science fiction movies when some pilot encounters an abandoned craft and despite never having even seen it before, is somehow able to identify all the controls and fly it? Yeah, that’s complete pungra dung. There’s no way anyone could have got into my ship and in the brief few minutes I was gone, figured out how to make it take off and fly smoothly away, engaging the cloak while doing so. I’d give that odds of over a million to one, easily.

My weapons can’t make a dent in the walls of the base, but I’ve used them to blast out a hole in the ground and to light a fire to keep me warm. I hope nobody comes snooping around. Luckily my multitool allows me to connect to the web, so I should be able to get this message out. I’m going to have to sleep rough, but with any luck I’ll think of a plan of action by the morning.

Who the hell stole the ship? Whoever it was is frighteningly clever, perhaps as clever as I am. If you see any news reports of mysterious aerial attacks somewhere, you know who to blame for supplying the quantum disruptor. Sorry about that.