I'm not the main character - a Gundam Unicorn Au Story

The Damaged Fixed

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Miguel sank into a chair, his exhaustion catching up to him. He stared at the blinking screen, his thoughts swirling with a mixture of fear, longing, and a desperate desire to understand what had brought him to this point. "Sure, I'm lucky that tablet was in English, at least...I know this place has some sort of familiarity " he whispered into the stillness of the bridge. "I don't know what happened, but I can't give up. I'll find the truth and make sense of all of this, no matter what it takes... this...this has to be a dream...right?"

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Miguel waited anxiously on the bridge, his eyes fixed on the flickering screen displaying the activation of the distress signal. Hours passed, each minute stretching like an eternity as he battled hunger and thirst. Despite his growing discomfort, he refused to abandon his post, hoping against hope for a response to his call for help. As the minutes turned into hours, Miguel's stomach growled, a harsh reminder of his physical needs. Realizing that he couldn't ignore his hunger any longer. "I was hoping I would last a little while longer." He retrieved the data pad from his pocket. He navigated its menus, searching for any information that could guide him to a mess hall or a food storage area within the ship.

After a few minutes of scrolling through the data pad's contents, Miguel located a section on the ship's layout. It displayed various compartments, including a mess hall not too far from his current location. With a sense of relief, he mapped out the route in his mind, determined to find sustenance and quench his thirst. Following the directions on the data pad, Miguel navigated through the ship's corridors, occasionally encountering sections that were partially collapsed or blocked by debris. He climbed over obstacles and squeezed through narrow gaps, determined to find sustenance.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of searching, he arrived at a door marked "Mess Hall." The door creaked open, revealing a large room with long tables, overturned chairs, and broken food dispensers. The once vibrant space now lay in ruins, with overturned tables, broken dishes, and remnants of what used to be a bustling hub of activity. Miguel scavenged through the wreckage, hoping to find any supplies that were still salvageable. After rummaging through the debris, he managed to find a few sealed ration packs and a water bottle that hadn't been completely destroyed. Grateful for his find, Miguel sat down on a relatively intact chair, devouring the rations and savoring each sip of water. "Whatever this is, this is pretty...bad, ugh." It was a meager meal, but it provided him with the energy he desperately needed. As he ate, his mind turned back to the distress signal he had sent earlier. He couldn't shake off the nagging worry that his call might have gone unanswered due to some malfunction or lack of power.

With renewed determination, Miguel finished his meal and made his way back to the bridge, clutching the data pad tightly. He hoped to find a response waiting for him, a glimmer of hope that someone had received his distress signal. However, as he entered the bridge and checked the screen, his heart sank. The display remained silent, devoid of any incoming messages or signals. Frustration welled up within him. He couldn't understand why his distress call had seemingly gone unanswered. Was there no one out there to receive it? Or was there some other reason he couldn't fathom? His mind raced with questions, but he refused to let despair take hold. He had come this far, and he wouldn't give up now.

"There has to be some way to boost the signal some how." Turning to the data pad once again, Miguel delved into its contents, searching for any information that could shed light on the ship's power systems. He needed to find a way to generate more power to increase the range of his distress signal, hoping that a stronger transmission would catch the attention of someone nearby.

The data pad provided him with detailed schematics of the ship's power distribution network. It highlighted the primary power core located deep within the ship, and auxiliary generators scattered throughout various sections. With the knowledge in hand, Miguel formulated a plan to restore power to the main systems and boost the strength of his distress signal. Armed with the data pad's guidance, Miguel embarked on a treacherous journey through the ship's bowels, maneuvering through damaged corridors and avoiding areas that were too unstable. The ship's eerie silence enveloped him as he made his way toward the primary power core.