Everyone's spacemap Pings, Showing your's and the positions of others. Unfortunately, none of you have advanced enough equipment to actually tell who blips are whose.
Mel Rainolds awakens from his ship's hypersleep, Looking around at the ship he calles home. With all the tools neccecary for turning Trash into cash, His ship was a fine industrial salvager in it's time, and is an even better one now.
(3) His current coordinates contain exactly nothing, scrap or otherwise. not a good start.
(everything is terrible roll 12) His food rations have begun to run a bit low, anouther few days and he won't even have good coffee!
EMC14 (Or Em Cid for short) Self activates, performing the routine scans for his stolen modular ship. thankfully his robotic arms and Omnisalvagerefinement systems are functioning.
(14) He seems to be near a small asteroid field. rocks of silicon and aluminum floating around.
(everything is terrible roll 19) After your scans complete, you detect that the ship is in full working order, aside from the oxygen system being offline.
Nyanhungry
(8) no food, nearing colossal star's gravitational field. not good.
(everything is terrible roll 5) Really hungry, got stomachache. can't eat yet.
you are the rocktopus. and life is looking pretty good.
(10) there are spaceships and asteroids to eat. take your pick.
(everything is terrible roll 20) Everything is so not terrible for you, you find a massive asteroid of pure gold floating nearby, big as your head even!
TYPE /SHIP TO LOOK AT, OR PERFORM ACTIONS ON YOUR SHIP AFTER THIS POINT. AS IN LIKE IF YOU ARE DOING SOMETHING INSIDE THE SHIP, AND NOT FLYING IT AROUND.