Personal Log. Ensign Braxus. #1

Posted on 02 Jun 2015 @ 3:33am by
Edited on 02 Jun 2015 @ 3:37am

278 words; about a 1 minute read

Life has been strange aboard the USS Black Hawk. What with the Syndicates and the momentous duty this ship and its crew seems to hold. Repairs have been slow, but thankfully, things aren't a lost cause. It wouldn't exactly be sunshine and rainbows if we didn't have a way to move.

I'm still eager to serve aboard the ship, but I can't help but be apprehensive about what may happen in the future. Will we be another floating piece of lifeless metal among the already massive graveyard? Will we end up stranded on a planet with no ship to get us home? Will we become heroes for stopping some unknown plot against the Federation? Will we simply go home and not be recognized for our efforts?

So many questions could be asked, yet one seems to be very prominent in my mind. Will I see my family again? That's what it all comes down to with me. I feel guilty for it, but I've not really adjusted to life on a starship. It isn't exactly glamorous and it isn't a "barrel of monkeys" as my grandmother would have said. But it's home and I've got to live with the cards I've been dealt.

Still, it's nice to be serving the Federation in a more active way. The Vespira was dreadfully dull. Till' death do us part. Seems to be a good motto for a ship such as this. Anyway, I better wrap this thing up. I need to get myself some well-deserved sleep. Then it's back to main engineering. There's just something about the hum of a warp core that puts my mind at ease.

End personal log.

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