This ancient Data Terminal seemed to be malfunctioning slightly. When it connected to the ship's central Database, the Holographic Projection above it flickered violently for a while before finally stabilizing. Sandora guessed it might be related to the ship's long-term lack of power or the impact from its crash. Some of the Data Terminal's crystallized circuitry might have deteriorated, but the minor malfunction did not affect its use. After some adjustments, we entered the root directory of the central Database.
"Sailing Log... only coordinate records and ship self-inspection reports. They don't seem useful. There are also the ship's technical specifications, but those aren't much use anymore either," Sandora said as she filtered through the potentially valuable data. "Oh, found it. This should be the file left behind back then."
The Holographic Projection flickered, and then a familiar figure appeared before us: Older Sister, dressed in military uniform.
"Sis, you look really awkward in a military uniform," I muttered, tilting my head slightly. The person in question wholeheartedly agreed. "If you made me wear this all day now, I'd be bored to death."
There was a several-second pause at the beginning of the recording before a slightly distorted voice came through. "...Equipment functioning properly. Beginning record. We have now left our homeworld and are entering a stretch of the void never before set foot in by anyone. If previous observations were accurate, we will make contact here with that powerful creature in slumber. To prevent no one from knowing what happened here should an accident occur, I will begin leaving a diary in this recorded format, with backups stored aboard every ship in the fleet. According to the void scan completed fifteen minutes ago, the number of worlds in this region is extremely sparse. Within the range of one hundred and