April 27, 2194 - 0230h ... not countin' hours anymore - I'd probably just start getting impatient again.
I managed a few hours of sleep after my last log entry, but really restless. As you might imagine, I'm pretty damn pumped to finally get out of this mess.
While I was napping I received another transmission from my soon-to-be rescuers. They're apparently close enough to ping me, but it seems I've drifted quite a distance from my last position. Remarkable, actually. I'd have to be pretty far from where I started if their sensors can't see me. Maybe they're not as close as they think they are. The old military trade-lanes have been known to throw off a ship's instruments from time to time.
Whatever. So, I just finished stepping the power back up to normal, and I bounced a response back on their carrier-shadow. That should get them pointed in the right direction, even with any trade-lane anomalies.
Now, I am about to gorge on a whole lot of food -- because I can. Plus I'm really futching hungry!! Heh heh!
Wait a sec ... if they *believe* that they're in range to scan me ... that means they've made good time. Damn good time. Like, they'd have to have been 12 to 16 hours out, not 36. IF they're NOW within scan range. Hmm, kinda weird.
Okay, well -- I should start getting things in order. Unless my rescuers are flying a sizable freighter (pretty unlikely) they're going to have to tow me, so I need to reconfig my ship for the towlines and system links. Man, if they could actually haul my rig into their cargo bay I'll have really lucked out!
What am I saying? A tow will be Just Fine™ , thanks. Can't turn up your nose at a glass of water when you're dying of thirst. I'll "drink" whatever they bring me.
After I eat. A lot.
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