{"data":{"id":14885,"title":"Far From Home","rsi_url":"https:\/\/robertsspaceindustries.com\/comm-link\/spectrum-dispatch\/14885-Far-From-Home","api_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-links\/14885","api_public_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/comm-links\/14885","channel":"Undefined","category":"Undefined","series":"News Update","images":[{"id":3371,"name":"FarFromHomeFI4.jpg","rsi_url":"https:\/\/robertsspaceindustries.com\/media\/v1r8ntealvi5ar\/source\/FarFromHomeFI4.jpg","alt":"","size":786852,"mime_type":"image\/jpeg","last_modified":"2015-05-26T23:42:19+00:00","api_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-link-images\/3371","similar_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-link-images\/3371\/similar"},{"id":26463,"name":"source.jpg","rsi_url":"https:\/\/media.robertsspaceindustries.com\/weozjmuuh3hwh\/source.jpg","alt":"","size":843046,"mime_type":"image\/jpeg","last_modified":"2019-09-19T15:49:32+00:00","api_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-link-images\/26463","similar_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-link-images\/26463\/similar"},{"id":27892,"name":"source.jpg","rsi_url":"https:\/\/media.robertsspaceindustries.com\/w3o9r4zgppm77\/source.jpg","alt":"","size":900916,"mime_type":"image\/jpeg","last_modified":"2021-09-06T14:48:40+00:00","api_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-link-images\/27892","similar_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-link-images\/27892\/similar"}],"images_count":8,"translations":{"en_EN":"Hello to all you fellow deep-space drifters. Thanks for spending a few minutes with me Far From Home. I know there\u2019s a lot of noise out there. An entire Spectrum vying for your time. How so many of you found me \u2026 well, hell if I know.\n\nGuess it don\u2019t matter much. What does is that I have enough unanswered comms to fill a Hull-C. Gotta admit, it\u2019s a little humbling and a whole lot of overwhelming sorting through them all. That might just be me, though. No one ever mistook me for a social butterfly.\n\nSo if your comm goes unanswered, don\u2019t red out. It\u2019s not personal or nothing. Some of your questions, I don\u2019t have an answer for \u2026 like \u201cWhat\u2019s the safest route through the Glaciem Ring?\u201d Hell if I know. That\u2019s pirate territory. Not a good place to be caught drifting by your lonesome.\n\nOther questions got more of a philosophical bent to them. Like \u2026 \u201cHow can space be considered both a place and a giant void?\u201d Honestly, I enjoy questions like that. Ones that keep me company while I drift. Still that doesn\u2019t mean you\u2019ll get a response. Questions like that aren\u2019t meant to be answered \u2026 only contemplated.\n\nIf you\u2019re looking to squeeze some truth out of me, I\u2019ll answer personal questions if I feel like it. Some days I do and some I don\u2019t. Well \u2026 today I do. Gloria left me a really nice message then asked, \u201cWhat\u2019s the dumbest thing you\u2019ve ever done in space?\u201d\n\nSeriously, Gloria, it\u2019s hard for me to narrow down the list to one. I\u2019ve done a lot of questionable things over the years, and tried to learn from each and every one, but doing something dumb isn\u2019t always bad. It\u2019s life. It\u2019s when you do that dumb thing a second time that you run into problems.\n\nWith that said, the first thing that popped into my head was something I\u2019m sure a lot of you are guilty of \u2013 drinking and flying. Now I\u2019m not talking about cracking some cold ones, setting the autopilot and sitting back to stare at the stars. No, one night about ten years ago, I decided to celebrate Traveler\u2019s Day by punching random coordinates into my nav, spinning up the QD and opening a bottle of White Lightning distilled by a buddy.\n\nTurns out this batch was strong enough to knock a Tev on his keister. Something I only realized when I was halfway through it. \u2019Course that didn\u2019t stop me from killing the bottle, dropping into the pilot\u2019s chair and turning off the autopilot to spin Shana through the black by myself.\n\nNow, maybe it was the drink, maybe the G-forces, but next thing I know I wake up to Shana yelling about an impending impact. I fumbled for the flight stick and sent her main right thruster smack-dab into an asteroid. The damage wasn\u2019t catastrophic, but it was too much for my repair bot to handle.\n\nSo there I was in some dark corner of the Corel System and can\u2019t QD with the damaged thruster. There\u2019s nothing nearby worth heading towards. And, oh yeah, it\u2019s bloody Traveler\u2019s Day. The one time of the year that most spacefaring folk find themselves planetside.\n\nOf course, I should\u2019ve commed for help immediately, but I was dedicated to dumbness that day. It being a holiday and all, I was sure repair companies would charge a premium for their services. So stubborn ol\u2019 me decided to hold tight and drift for a day so I could save a few creds.\n\nFirst thing I did was power down Shana to conserve energy and lower my sig. It was about this time that the inside of my head felt like a bunch of Banu at a Sataball game. I had planned to sit in the pilot\u2019s seat to keep an eye out for scavengers or pirates but all I could do was lie down. When I couldn\u2019t handle it no more, I stumbled to the provisions locker to discover I was out of the things I needed most: supplies to make my homebrewed hangover cure.\n\nThat\u2019s all it took. A hangover cure was more important than saving creds on a tow to Lo, so I put out a call for help and, to my surprise, got a response from a Reclaimer crew who also believed that Traveler\u2019s Day was best celebrated traveling.\n\nSo they swung on by and had everything to repair my thruster. Even did the fixes without charging me a cred. All they asked was that I celebrate Traveler\u2019s Day with them by sharing a few stories from the previous year and, most importantly, teaching them how to make my hangover cure. For them, that was more than enough payment too.\n\nI\u2019ve strived my entire life to be my own man, but I\u2019ve learned it\u2019s a hopeless dream. Everyone has faults and everyone needs help. Even if asking scares you, sometimes it\u2019s the right thing to do. You can\u2019t survive in space alone, and, not only that, you gotta be good when you can. Those versed in the ways of the void, like that Reclaimer crew, understand that too. So, thanks to the crew of Evo Horizon, I now think about my dumbest day in recent memory with a smile on my face.\n\nAnyways, when I told my buddy about what happened, he laughed himself silly then sent me another bottle of White Lightning. This one had a warning label on it listing proper dosage. It\u2019s been nearly ten years and I haven\u2019t had the heart to crack it \u2013 just the thought of drinking it turns my stomach.\n\nSo there you go, Gloria. Drinking and flying without autopilot is dumb. Hurting Shana in the process even dumber, but doing it without all the supplies necessary for my hangover cure was the dumbest thing I\u2019ve done in space. Moral of the story: check every last supply before pushing out. Never know when something might become the most vital supply on the ship.\n\nWell, that\u2019s about all the time I have today. Got to run a few diagnostics on Shana to make sure she\u2019s shipshape. As always, appreciate you tuning in. Until next time \u2026\n\nJegger out.","de_DE":"Hallo an alle anderen Tiefseetreiber. Danke, dass du ein paar Minuten mit mir fernab von zu Hause verbracht hast. Ich wei\u00df, dass es da drau\u00dfen eine Menge L\u00e4rm gibt. Ein ganzes Spektrum konkurriert um Ihre Zeit. Wie so viele von euch haben mich gefunden.... nun, zum Teufel, wenn ich das wei\u00df.\n\nIch sch\u00e4tze, es spielt keine Rolle. Was das tut, ist, dass ich genug unbeantwortete Kommunikation habe, um einen Hull-C zu f\u00fcllen. Ich muss zugeben, es ist ein wenig dem\u00fctigend und eine ganze Menge \u00fcberw\u00e4ltigendes Sortieren durch sie alle. Das k\u00f6nnte aber auch nur ich sein. Niemand hat mich jemals f\u00fcr einen sozialen Schmetterling gehalten.\n\nAlso, wenn deine Befehle unbeantwortet bleiben, nicht rot werden. Es ist nicht pers\u00f6nlich oder so. Einige deiner Fragen, auf die ich keine Antwort habe.... wie \"Was ist der sicherste Weg durch den Glaciem Ring?\" Zum Teufel, wenn ich das w\u00fcsste. Das ist Piratengebiet. Kein guter Ort, um erwischt zu werden, wie du von deinem Einsamen treibst.\n\nAndere Fragen wurden eher philosophisch angehaucht. Wie... \"Wie kann der Raum sowohl als Ort als auch als riesige Leere betrachtet werden?\" Ehrlich gesagt, genie\u00dfe ich solche Fragen. Die mir Gesellschaft leisten, w\u00e4hrend ich treibe. Das bedeutet jedoch nicht, dass du eine Antwort bekommst. Solche Fragen sind nicht dazu gedacht, beantwortet zu werden.... nur in Betracht gezogen.\n\nWenn Sie versuchen, etwas Wahrheit aus mir herauszudr\u00fccken, werde ich pers\u00f6nliche Fragen beantworten, wenn ich Lust dazu habe. An manchen Tagen tue ich es und an anderen nicht. Nun... heute schon. Gloria hinterlie\u00df mir eine wirklich nette Nachricht und fragte dann: \"Was ist das D\u00fcmmste, was du je im All gemacht hast?\"\n\nErnsthaft, Gloria, es f\u00e4llt mir schwer, die Liste auf eine zu beschr\u00e4nken. Ich habe im Laufe der Jahre viele fragw\u00fcrdige Dinge getan und versucht, von jedem einzelnen zu lernen, aber etwas Dummes zu tun ist nicht immer schlecht. Es ist das Leben. Wenn du dieses dumme Ding ein zweites Mal machst, ger\u00e4tst du in Probleme.\n\nDamit gesagt, das erste, was mir in den Sinn kam, war etwas, dessen ich mir sicher bin, dass sich viele von euch schuldig gemacht haben - trinken und fliegen. Jetzt rede ich nicht davon, ein paar kalte zu knacken, den Autopiloten einzustellen und mich zur\u00fccklehnen, um die Sterne anzustarren. Nein, vor etwa zehn Jahren beschloss ich eines Nachts, den Traveler's Day zu feiern, indem ich zuf\u00e4llige Koordinaten in mein Nav eingab, das QD hochdrehte und eine Flasche White Lightning \u00f6ffnete, die von einem Kumpel destilliert wurde.\n\nEs stellte sich heraus, dass diese Ladung stark genug war, um einen Tev auf seinen Hintern zu schlagen. Etwas, das mir erst auffiel, als ich die H\u00e4lfte davon geschafft hatte. Nat\u00fcrlich hat mich das nicht davon abgehalten, die Flasche zu t\u00f6ten, auf den Pilotenstuhl zu fallen und den Autopiloten auszuschalten, um Shana alleine durch das Schwarz zu drehen.\n\nNun, vielleicht war es das Getr\u00e4nk, vielleicht die G-Kr\u00e4fte, aber das n\u00e4chste, was ich wei\u00df, ist, dass ich aufwache und Shana schreiend \u00fcber einen bevorstehenden Effekt aufwache. Ich fummelte nach dem Flugstock und schickte ihr rechtes Haupttriebwerk smack-dab in einen Asteroiden. Der Schaden war nicht katastrophal, aber es war zu viel f\u00fcr meinen Reparaturbot.\n\nSo war ich in einer dunklen Ecke des Corel-Systems und kann mit dem besch\u00e4digten Triebwerk nicht QD fahren. Es gibt nichts in der N\u00e4he, was es wert w\u00e4re, sich auf den Weg zu machen. Und, oh ja, es ist verdammter Reisetag. Die eine Jahreszeit, zu der sich die meisten Raumfahrer auf dem Planeten befinden.\n\nNat\u00fcrlich h\u00e4tte ich sofort um Hilfe bitten sollen, aber ich war an diesem Tag der Stummheit gewidmet. Es ist ein Feiertag und alles, ich war sicher, dass Reparaturfirmen eine Pr\u00e4mie f\u00fcr ihre Dienstleistungen verlangen w\u00fcrden. So hartn\u00e4ckig, dass ich mich entschied, mich festzuhalten und einen Tag lang zu treiben, um ein paar Creden zu retten.\n\nDas erste, was ich tat, war Shana auszuschalten, um Energie zu sparen und mein Sig zu senken. Es war ungef\u00e4hr zu dieser Zeit, dass sich das Innere meines Kopfes wie ein Haufen Banu bei einem Sataball-Spiel anf\u00fchlte. Ich hatte geplant, mich auf den Pilotenplatz zu setzen, um nach Aasfressern oder Piraten Ausschau zu halten, aber alles, was ich tun konnte, war mich hinlegen. Als ich nicht mehr damit umgehen konnte, stolperte ich zum Proviant-Schrank, um herauszufinden, dass ich nicht mehr die Dinge hatte, die ich am meisten brauchte: Vorr\u00e4te, um meine selbstgebraute Katerkur herzustellen.\n\nDas ist alles, was n\u00f6tig war. Eine Katerkur war wichtiger als das Speichern von Glaubensbekenntnissen an einem Schlepptau nach Lo, also rief ich um Hilfe und erhielt zu meiner \u00dcberraschung eine Antwort von einer Reclaimer-Crew, die auch glaubte, dass der Traveler's Day am besten auf Reisen gefeiert werden k\u00f6nnte.\n\nAlso schwangen sie vorbei und hatten alles, um mein Triebwerk zu reparieren. Ich habe sogar die Korrekturen gemacht, ohne mir eine Glaubw\u00fcrdigkeit zu berechnen. Alles, was sie fragten, war, dass ich mit ihnen den Reisetag feiere, indem ich ein paar Geschichten aus dem Vorjahr erz\u00e4hle und ihnen vor allem beibringe, wie man meine Katerkur macht. F\u00fcr sie war das auch mehr als genug Bezahlung.\n\nIch habe mein ganzes Leben lang versucht, mein eigener Mann zu sein, aber ich habe gelernt, dass es ein hoffnungsloser Traum ist. Jeder hat Fehler und jeder braucht Hilfe. Selbst wenn das Fragen dich erschreckt, ist es manchmal das Richtige. Man kann nicht allein im Weltraum \u00fcberleben, und nicht nur das, man muss gut sein, wenn man kann. Diejenigen, die die Wege der Leere kennen, wie die Reclaimer-Crew, verstehen auch das. Dank der Crew von Evo Horizon denke ich nun mit einem L\u00e4cheln im Gesicht an meinen d\u00fcmmsten Tag in der j\u00fcngsten Erinnerung.\n\nJedenfalls, als ich meinem Kumpel erz\u00e4hlte, was passiert war, lachte er sich albern und schickte mir eine weitere Flasche White Lightning. Dieser hatte ein Warnschild auf dem die richtige Dosierung angegeben war. Es ist fast zehn Jahre her und ich hatte nicht das Herz, es zu knacken - schon der Gedanke, es zu trinken, dreht mir den Magen um.\n\nSo ist es gut, Gloria. Trinken und Fliegen ohne Autopilot ist dumm. Shana dabei noch d\u00fcmmer zu verletzen, aber es ohne alle f\u00fcr meine Katerkur notwendigen Vorr\u00e4te zu tun, war das D\u00fcmmste, was ich je im Weltraum getan habe. Moral der Geschichte: \u00dcberpr\u00fcfen Sie jeden einzelnen Vorrat, bevor Sie loslegen. Man wei\u00df nie, wann etwas zum wichtigsten Gut auf dem Schiff werden k\u00f6nnte.\n\nNun, das ist ungef\u00e4hr die ganze Zeit, die ich heute habe. Ich muss ein paar Diagnosen bei Shana durchf\u00fchren, um sicherzustellen, dass sie in Ordnung ist. Wie immer, sch\u00e4tze ich es, dass du dich einschaltest. Bis zum n\u00e4chsten Mal.....\n\nJegger Ende.","zh_CN":"Hello to all you fellow deep-space drifters. Thanks for spending a few minutes with me Far From Home. I know there\u2019s a lot of noise out there. An entire Spectrum vying for your time. How so many of you found me \u2026 well, hell if I know.\n\nGuess it don\u2019t matter much. What does is that I have enough unanswered comms to fill a Hull-C. Gotta admit, it\u2019s a little humbling and a whole lot of overwhelming sorting through them all. That might just be me, though. No one ever mistook me for a social butterfly.\n\nSo if your comm goes unanswered, don\u2019t red out. It\u2019s not personal or nothing. Some of your questions, I don\u2019t have an answer for \u2026 like \u201cWhat\u2019s the safest route through the Glaciem Ring?\u201d Hell if I know. That\u2019s pirate territory. Not a good place to be caught drifting by your lonesome.\n\nOther questions got more of a philosophical bent to them. Like \u2026 \u201cHow can space be considered both a place and a giant void?\u201d Honestly, I enjoy questions like that. Ones that keep me company while I drift. Still that doesn\u2019t mean you\u2019ll get a response. Questions like that aren\u2019t meant to be answered \u2026 only contemplated.\n\nIf you\u2019re looking to squeeze some truth out of me, I\u2019ll answer personal questions if I feel like it. Some days I do and some I don\u2019t. Well \u2026 today I do. Gloria left me a really nice message then asked, \u201cWhat\u2019s the dumbest thing you\u2019ve ever done in space?\u201d\n\nSeriously, Gloria, it\u2019s hard for me to narrow down the list to one. I\u2019ve done a lot of questionable things over the years, and tried to learn from each and every one, but doing something dumb isn\u2019t always bad. It\u2019s life. It\u2019s when you do that dumb thing a second time that you run into problems.\n\nWith that said, the first thing that popped into my head was something I\u2019m sure a lot of you are guilty of \u2013 drinking and flying. Now I\u2019m not talking about cracking some cold ones, setting the autopilot and sitting back to stare at the stars. No, one night about ten years ago, I decided to celebrate Traveler\u2019s Day by punching random coordinates into my nav, spinning up the QD and opening a bottle of White Lightning distilled by a buddy.\n\nTurns out this batch was strong enough to knock a Tev on his keister. Something I only realized when I was halfway through it. \u2019Course that didn\u2019t stop me from killing the bottle, dropping into the pilot\u2019s chair and turning off the autopilot to spin Shana through the black by myself.\n\nNow, maybe it was the drink, maybe the G-forces, but next thing I know I wake up to Shana yelling about an impending impact. I fumbled for the flight stick and sent her main right thruster smack-dab into an asteroid. The damage wasn\u2019t catastrophic, but it was too much for my repair bot to handle.\n\nSo there I was in some dark corner of the Corel System and can\u2019t QD with the damaged thruster. There\u2019s nothing nearby worth heading towards. And, oh yeah, it\u2019s bloody Traveler\u2019s Day. The one time of the year that most spacefaring folk find themselves planetside.\n\nOf course, I should\u2019ve commed for help immediately, but I was dedicated to dumbness that day. It being a holiday and all, I was sure repair companies would charge a premium for their services. So stubborn ol\u2019 me decided to hold tight and drift for a day so I could save a few creds.\n\nFirst thing I did was power down Shana to conserve energy and lower my sig. It was about this time that the inside of my head felt like a bunch of Banu at a Sataball game. I had planned to sit in the pilot\u2019s seat to keep an eye out for scavengers or pirates but all I could do was lie down. When I couldn\u2019t handle it no more, I stumbled to the provisions locker to discover I was out of the things I needed most: supplies to make my homebrewed hangover cure.\n\nThat\u2019s all it took. A hangover cure was more important than saving creds on a tow to Lo, so I put out a call for help and, to my surprise, got a response from a Reclaimer crew who also believed that Traveler\u2019s Day was best celebrated traveling.\n\nSo they swung on by and had everything to repair my thruster. Even did the fixes without charging me a cred. All they asked was that I celebrate Traveler\u2019s Day with them by sharing a few stories from the previous year and, most importantly, teaching them how to make my hangover cure. For them, that was more than enough payment too.\n\nI\u2019ve strived my entire life to be my own man, but I\u2019ve learned it\u2019s a hopeless dream. Everyone has faults and everyone needs help. Even if asking scares you, sometimes it\u2019s the right thing to do. You can\u2019t survive in space alone, and, not only that, you gotta be good when you can. Those versed in the ways of the void, like that Reclaimer crew, understand that too. So, thanks to the crew of Evo Horizon, I now think about my dumbest day in recent memory with a smile on my face.\n\nAnyways, when I told my buddy about what happened, he laughed himself silly then sent me another bottle of White Lightning. This one had a warning label on it listing proper dosage. It\u2019s been nearly ten years and I haven\u2019t had the heart to crack it \u2013 just the thought of drinking it turns my stomach.\n\nSo there you go, Gloria. Drinking and flying without autopilot is dumb. Hurting Shana in the process even dumber, but doing it without all the supplies necessary for my hangover cure was the dumbest thing I\u2019ve done in space. Moral of the story: check every last supply before pushing out. Never know when something might become the most vital supply on the ship.\n\nWell, that\u2019s about all the time I have today. Got to run a few diagnostics on Shana to make sure she\u2019s shipshape. As always, appreciate you tuning in. Until next time \u2026\n\nJegger out."},"links_count":0,"comment_count":77,"created_at":"2015-08-05T00:00:00+00:00","created_at_human":"10 years ago"},"meta":{"processed_at":"2026-05-08 02:38:59","valid_relations":["images","links"],"prev_id":14884,"next_id":14887}}