Could Somebody Please Point Me Too A Scoopable Star... (like now)....

1st June 3302

Today I decided to make a push to the Trifid Nebula, however, my Day at the Trifid didn't go as well as I hoped for.

The one thing deep space explorer dreads the most and that is running out of fuel, in the middle of nowhere trapped with no scoopable stars nearby. And just waiting to die.

Well this was that day, I couldn't believe what was happening, every system I dropped into was either a TTS Class  - Tauri Type These are very young stars, and are in the process of gravitational Contraction, or the T Class - Brown Dwarves, these ones are borderline gas giants and again not good for a pilot low on fuel.

TTS Class - Tauri Type

T Class - Brown Dwarf

After a few systems full of these useless Star I heard those dread words from the ships computer,

"Main Fuel Tank Drained"
"Oh Shit"

There I was drifting on reserves, stuck light years from home, not even sure the famed Fuel Rats could get to me in time not out here this far out in the black.

"Galaxy Map Verity Please"

In seconds the galaxy map was open I scanned the area for possible stars to fuel up on, and more importantly in range. Found , I think no data on system unknown star class, but something about this system that said I'd be OK. I selected the route, it was right on the borders of what I had left, I'd properly run out just before I left Witch Space or just after there was no real way to tell.

"Verity shut down all nonessential systems including flight assist...." Shutting down might help squeeze that last light year out of the tanks.

"Engage F.S.D."
"Frame Shift Drive Charging"

I could feel the old girl sucking up the last of its fuel, the engines didn't sound right the ship didn't feel ready.

"Ready to Engage"

OK, this was it, no turning back now, my mouth went dry.

"Engage"
"5,4,3,2,1, Engage"

The ship lurched forward, as if it was ready to stall, having used everything she had got just to give me this one chance. Then Boom into witch-space. I closed my eyes, images of friends and love ones back home flooded through my whole life set before me. Stories have been told of pilot entering witch-space and never returning... Perhaps this has why not enough fuel.

Then with a final lurch, Verity punched through.

"Warning Reserve tank at 1%,"
"Verity shut down everything except the fuel scoop"
"Shutting down all systems, excluding fuel scoop"

The heads-up display showed 10mins of oxygen remaining. I figured I'm dead anyway if I'm wrong about this star. I was dead in space, and drifting towards a bright yellow fireball, had it paid off will my forward momentum be enough. Was it the right class....

 "Oh Be A Fair Girl And Kiss Me" I whispered

Then the two words I was longing to hear

"Fuel Scooping"
"Verity, power up all systems, run a full diagnostics, fuel up and let's get out of here"

The sound of the scoops drinking in that Hydrogen from the sun's corona was music to my ears.

FUEL SCOOPING AN M CLASS 

"Fuel scooping complete","All systems are functioning within appropriate parameters"

I sighed a heavy sigh of relief, perhaps I had a chance after all to this, yet again my ship Verity had pulled me through,

"Fuel scoop disengage"
"Verity Set course for the Trifid Nebula"
"Course laid in, Commander"

Engage.