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// Log 4107: Biiiiig whopper 
// Story: Space Horse 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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	I awoke to what sounded alarmingly like whooshing air, and my horror, that was evidently exactly what the sound was. Delmar's still asleep though, so I'm gonna have to investigate myself.





Hoo boy.

How do I put this? Our supplies are dwindling, some metallic shards punctured some of the thinner parts of the station, and just from eyeballing it, I can see that there's still a field of debris floating around here.

...

I just realized that much of this might actually be the direct result of Delmar and I being dumped here by the portal. When we first exited the portal into here, the pod we were in pretty much blew an entire chunk of the station outwards, and chances are, during our orbital period, it might've hit some other rusting satellite, and so on and so forth until it created this cloud of junk. Of which, we're unfortunately just about to head right back into.

Yeah, I'm gonna patch those holes up before we run through that cloud. I don't want the holes to widen even more, since we're already losing oxygen as it is.

And on top of that, I can see the big whopper coming near, too-- an entire freakin' solar panel is chilling in there, and it looks like it might've been the counterpart to the one I can see attached just outside the window where I am.

I'm torn right now between setting up a shield, or repairing the holes, both are time consuming, but--



Alright, Gadget. We're gonna open up a monodirectional portal soon to ship food and supplies through. Do you have any requests on what you need?

Just in time! I'll need an arc welder, some sheet metal, something other than mummified beef jerky, and a large net.

A large net?

I'ma do some space farming.

What?

You don't get it, do you?

Nope. What's space farming?

Eh, you wouldn't know, anyways. I actually just came up with it. Go out in a space suit, and grab whatever random junk happens to be floating past. Y'know?

Yeeeeaaaahhhh... that's gonna be hard to do considering how most everything is gonna be whizzing past you at lethal speeds.

Oh. Oh yeah. Right.

Yeah. So you were saying something about welding and sheet metal?

Yup. We've got some holes here, and from the looks of it, we're gonna be colliding with a piece of our own solar panel set in a few minutes.

Geez, that doesn't sound good. Isn't there any way to maybe divert it or something?

Not really. You did just say that everything is probably flying around at so-called lethal speeds.

I guess. Well, I'll be forwarding the request to the other guys down here to see what they have to say about it.



Now that that's done and over with, I guess I can worry about the holes a bit later. The junk's getting pretty close, and I should probably be trying to block it or whatever. The only problem is, the only stuff I could use around here to make a shield from are all things that would easily shred upon contact with high-speed projectiles, and--

"Gadget!" Delmar suddenly entered the room, shouting as he struggled to stop himself from floating past, "Take a look at the monitors on the console's camera. Now."


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