<span style="font-style: italic">Bzzzzzzzt POP!</span><span style="font-weight: bold">“This is Andrew Nouncer with breaking news!”</span><br/><br/>Well it looks like the TV is working again.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“An emergency recall on all WRN Lost Navigations products has been declared as a fatal error in the system has been discovered. Due to faulty programming and hardware, there have been rare cases of the system showing a beacon lock for Astral Transitions though no beacon has actually been found. This can result in unstable and off target Dives or Breaches leading to damage craft, injury, and potentially death. Luckily as of this moment no serious cases have been reported but WRN Lost Navigations is expected to file for bankruptcy by the end of the week.<br/><br/>Again: All WRN Lost Navigations products have been recalled and should be replaced immediately.”</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">POP! Pshhhhhhhhh.</span><br/><br/>And there it goes back to being broken but at least you all know what went wrong now.<br/><br/>It had been a fairly quiet job (relatively speaking considering all the bangs and squeaks from the ship), a simple package delivery that would actually cover the bill for fuel and food... hopefully a little left over for some replacement bolts. Of course nothing ever goes well for the Loveable Tincan and, when the navigation console showed you finally were at your destination with a proper beacon, you should have known it was too easy.<br/><br/>The initial moments of transitioning from the Astral Sea back into real space start off as normal, a bit of shaking and the Astral Drive rumbling as it woke up, but as it progress the shaking got a bit worse and the Breach seemed to be lasting a bit longer than usual... that was the only warning you had. Suddenly the lurched and spun out of control, warning lights you did not even know you still had (or that worked) lit up creating a disco fever light show across the cockpit. The inertial dampeners screamed (literally in terror if Aestria could hear) as they attempted to and failed to keep up with the sudden strain sending most of you tumbling around like socks in a dryer.<br/><br/>When it all finally came to a halt the ship remarkably was still in one piece and no hisses or other evidence of hull breaches were apparent. The rest of the ship unfortunately...<br/><br/>The galley was a mess as the locks pantry doors and cabinets utterly failed under the pressure sending what meager 'food' you have flying all over the place. A couple seats broke free of their fixtures as well adding to the chaos. Worst of all though.... The coffee maker is MIA.<br/><br/>Engineering was a mess of sparks and alerts... more so than any usual day. Many systems were damaged or in need of rebooting. The FTL drive more or less has sat down and is refusing to move until an new nav system is found. The port stabilizer can not seem to sync up with the starboard (resulting in panicked calls for Jerry to answer him for the technopath to hear) which could be because the electrical tape holding it in let go. With any luck it's still intact but it almost certainly went flying down the hallway at some point.<br/><br/>Cargo bay was mess (seeing a trend?) with boxes and crates everywhere they should not be and the one you are supposed to deliver is... somewhere. At least you know it is not lost... it still has to be on the ship, right?<br/><br/>The cockpit was... well it faired better than anywhere else (not even going to attempt to cover the disasters that might be the crew quarters) as a couple panels came loose and wires dangle from them. The controls are a bit shaky if attempt (might be because of the missing stabilizer) and the nave console screen just shows blue... just the color, no error message and a small amount of smoke puffing from it. Sensors definitely tell you you are no where near your destination... in fact, where are you anyway?<br/><br/>Well hopefully our adventurers are still alive and in (relatively) one piece or this might be a short story of a poor mislead group lost to the misfortunes of fate.