Storm Trek

CAPTAIN'S LOG: STORMDATE TWO-ZERO-ZERO-SIX, ZERO-FOUR point TWO-ZERO . . .

I am using my tricorder to boost this signal beyond the shitstorm barrier under which I am still trapped. The brooding cloud cover of the storm is acting as some type of ionic barrier, preventing communication with my crew and leaving me stranded on this hell-planet called "Work". Work has some type of mysterious . . . draining effect, that has absorbed almost all my remaining energy so this signal will be -of necessity- short.

I don't know who -if anyone- will receive this message but if you do, be assured that I am alive and have not yet given up hope of being rescued from the dangerous effects of the shitstorm. I have to believe the storm must fade at some point and my crew will find a way to rescue me. I refuse to <garbled> . . . ender! I am Jame . . . <garbled> . . . ger! <garbled> . . .urvive! I will! I . . .

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