A polite quest... Where the fuck am I/can someone bloody well pick me up?

Right... So there's long stories and then there's this... So there I was, me and about 300 other refugees, mostly from the Terminus/Illium-esque places (not that I was ever actually a refugee, but if there's ever someone who needs someone to get blind drunk with it's a refugee and who can be arsed to use public transport on the Citadel to get back to their apartment when they've had one too many anyway?) who thought "balls to this, let's go to Sanctuary" (how well did that go again?). Turns out getting to Horizon or wherever it is is actually more difficult than you think when there's a war on and we got jumped by some pirates (better that than a Reaper though) and being brave, well armed refugees we fucked right off in the other direction and well... got lost. See, the pirates managed to take out our navigational systems leaving us blinder than me when I get paralytic. Long story short, we eventually started to run out of fuel and could go no further, but with did have the good fortune to find an uninhabited, but otherwise liveable planet.

What a planet.

Basically, you know how if you lick a drell you trip out? Imagine when that happens when you breath in the pollen off a plant, and when this plant is basically just like an average grass that covers most of the planet, you know you're in for a good time, because these were good hallucinations, sort of turning everything better. Can't really explain it any better, but I can't think of a more appropriate word for being able to shoot stars out of your hands at will. So yeah, when you do this for the best part of two years, you kinda get a culture of tripping your balls off and as a direct result of that, I made some music... and as I'm not tripping my balls off right now, and still think it sounds good... so like check that out.

Oh wait, I need rescuing. Urr... so yeah assuming this is the same Cerberus Daily News that had all the weird people on it and not some racist board instead, I've got some co-ordinates here for where we are. So umm? Send help/women/Dirk Black?

I'd help but I'd think I would be obligated to shoot you.

Hello Julmoth. Glad to hear so many refugees made it out but you might want to try sending a message to one of the official rescue channels rather than waiting to see if anybody on here has a ship that can get over to you.

Allow me to jump to your assistance.

Try that and I'll throw drugs at you.

... never die, Julmoth, never die.

(Seriously, I'll see if there's a ship in the area.)

Fairly sure that's impossible so don't worry yourself on that front. ::)

Pillars guide you, Julmoth. Unfortunately, I am in no position to help you directly. However, does your ship not have a distress beacon, or did these pirates destroy that as well?

Greetings! This one offers apology for any offense, but would like to learn more about the other's experience. It is intrigued by the other's description of rising on pollen. This one has recently been recalling its studies of recreational toxin use in religious custom, as part of its preparation for reaching the Citadel and immersing in the Many Voices. This one is beginning to comprehend that such routes to illumination and insight are frequently favoured among CDN users. May this one be so bold as to inquire after the other's revelations or insights during their time spent rising on pollen? Did greater truths reveal themselves?

I wasn't intending to post again, but I saw this and I couldn't help but wonder: You're not on Iness are you? There's a lot of pollen production on Iness, part of a natural cycle. There might still be salarians around, or at least an infrastructure of some sort.

Assuming you're on Iness. I'm not saying you are.

I'll pick you up. Just give me two months and a crate of batarian ale.

Oh, and I get to pick the in flight music.

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