FTL Log Entry 49
Captain's Log, Day 49: We've jumped into a plasma storm. Our sensors, and oxygen are offline, our shields are crippled, and a Rebel ship came up against us. Oh god. They launched a missile, which started a fire in the engine room. The fire seems to be eating up the oxygen quickly. Stick is doing what he can, but I'm not liking the look of this. Bjorn launched a laser burst, but two shots missed, and we didn't penetrate their shields. They seem to be able to out maneuver us. With the oxygen dwindling, I'm not sure how long we'll be able to hold out. Another missile struck our weapons bay, and Bjorn is frantically attempting to repair it. The hull is creaking. We have no air. I hate that this is how we're going. I've transmitted the plans via secure channel, hopefully someone picks up this transmission. Hopefully someone finds this and saves what's left of the galaxy. Hopefully this wasn't in vain. My god. I miss my family...