Engineering Log I-A
Day 17 - Month 4 - 28 Years After Settlement (AS)
21:42:19
Chief Engineer, Jeremiah Rawley
Well, what is there to say? Abraham is fully functional and his first primary directive shows as active over the others. The prototype AI installed in his programming should work wonderfully, in theory, and in surface testing he led a group of stranded civilians and six military personnel to safety from a full third of the Planetary Defense Corps, so that's a good sign. Lets just hope he can perform as well in the middle of nowhere.
Ehm... Right! The Meriwether Lewis will officially be the third ship under the command of the Liberty Spacefaring Fleet, although most of the crew simply calls it the Liberty Navy in light of our ancestors' naming convention in Sol preceding our exodus to... Hell, wherever we are. "Sirius", I think, but if so, where are the other Sleeper ships? I guess it doesn't really matter; they either got turned to vapor, or just separated from us during the superluminal jump from Sol. Anyways...
Tomorrow, the eighteenth day of Month 4 (going by time on Washington), 28 years AS, we will fire up the Lewis' engines and head into the deep. We're heading out west via Washington's direction, towards a long nebula spotted by the WST-3. There are plenty of stars in that direction and at least some of them are bound to have a planet or two.
The crew is loading up from the Washington First National Spaceport as we speak, and they've been hand picked from 200 of the most attractive citizens of each sex as per the Survival directive. The food and water storage units are packed to the gills, the (Class C) solar fusion cell and solar panels are ready to rock and are at max-cap at the moment. The former item uses stored solar energy to run various machines which fuse hydrogen atoms (kept on board), causing a release of energy (See: Nuclear Fusion). These fused atoms are stored and later broken apart using a similar method, creating a self sufficient form of propulsion and well as a means of powering the ship.
Of course, the energy from the solar panels goes to the genny to be redistributed.
Anyways... Um. Yeah, specs look good, integrity looks spiffy, supplies are loaded up, and the one armory aboard is locked and loaded. Guess that's all. Let's hope I wont have to make an engineering report for a while, yeah?
Medical Log I-A
Day 18 - Month 4 - 28 Years After Settlement (AS)
8:33:15
Chief Medical Examiner, Shelley Mason
Alright! I've given everybody a look-see and they all seem to be in relatively fair health. There might be problems later on from the few dozen cases of asthma, but we have an ample supply of albuterol for attacks or worst case scenario, the lab might have the raw materials we need to patch some together. Ehm... About thirty or so have diabetes and a lot more having a family history about two or three generations back. So um, those are the two main parties I'm concerned with in case an influenza or other virus manages to evolve on the ship. Sure, the ship's been sterilized, but there's more things inside of us that anybody cares to recognize. Not to mention microbial life in places like 'the Badlands' being observed on clinging onto or inside certain asteroids. Those could somehow work their way inside, especially if we find some crystal ice to replenish the ship's stores.
I'll have to remember to stress that point whenever I see the Overseer again.
Oh! Right, well it seems that whoever is in charge of the LSF projects wasn't too thorough when looking for applicants. A pleasant girl named Lana Collins came into my office for her exam and it turns out she was three months pregnant! You wouldn't tell by the way this girl was built, but it seems we may have our first space-baby sooner than we thought. Anyways, she was working in the cargo vault which generally includes operating the cranes or, heaven forbid, lifting some of the crates herself. In any case, I've written her a notification for her supervisor taking her off the job and putting her in with the maintenance crew mending jump suits. Worst case scenario she pricks herself with a needle. Unless she develops hemophilia in the next forty-eight hours... Well, anyway. I'll have to call her up and take her off cryo as well.
Besides all that, I've got a team of three Ob/Gyn's and a dozen or so nurses to help with any tragedies that might happen. God only knows what might happen out here. I was just a little girl when my mother gave me her ID and pushed me onto that boarding ramp. It was weird being in space in Sol, but out here? We don't know anything about what's out here.
Science Log I-A
Day 18 - Month 4 - 28 Years After Settlement (AS)
22:20:13
Susan Winston, Science Officer
... Well, that's it then. Manhattan dropped out of view just a few minutes ago; seems like we only arrived there just to leave it again. I won't be missing it much, that place never really became home to me. I don't think we'll be going back to Mars in my lifetime though, so I should probably stop thinking of that old dirtball and move on.
I'm one of the science officers aboard the Meriwether, but that's not really saying much. I guess I'm only here because I scored 'pretty high' on the aptitude tests, not because I know anything about science. Apparently I'm supposed to 'learn on-the-job'. Humanity - what's left of it - is still in a bit of a mess. People with specialist skills and knowledge are in pretty short supply right now, so that means I get to play scientist.
To help me along I've got a bunch of scientific works on disc that I'm supposed to look at. I just hope some of the other science officers have some real experience,or boy are we going to be screwed.
I'm kind of looking forward to this, in a strange kind of way. Nobody else for miles around and just each other to rely on. Maybe I'm romanticising what it basically going to be 1% interesting, 99% boring-journey-through-space, but I like the idea of going where no man has gone before.
... Or woman.
Recording: Stopped
Manifest ID: Susan 'Selena' Winston
Practitioner of Project: Flavor
Navigation Log I-A
Day 19 - Month 4 - 28 Years After Settlement (AS)
21:00:49
Chief Navigator, Alex Rolf
Hello. Well... I will try my best to keep this log going. We are already flying into the unknown as I speak. The journey just started, and I'm already having second thoughts... No matter.
I don't think I will get to do too much around here. Our destination is already known, so basically I just have to sit there and stare on the equipment. Although the equipment isn't the only thing here I'm going to be staring on... Sorry about that *chuckles*.
I just finished setting the co-ordinates. The ship will have to pass through California to get to the nebula. Maybe we'll meet a ship that was sent out before us in California and hopefully make contact. I would be glad to hail their navigators and see how thing are going to go for them. But that's going to be in the future - the near future, but nonetheless.
Oh, and one more thing I'm kind of worried about. They say that there could be a problem with the cryogenic freezers. Although that would leave me with the other option... Sorry, gotta focus. My 'shift' is going to be over in about a year, so I'm not going to worry about that for now.
Anyways, I'll update this if something interesting happens or I'm just bored. I really hope it would be the former, and sooner than later.
Alex out. Recording: Stopped
Manifest ID: Alex 'Crucial Mistake' Rolf,
Practitioner of Project: Flavor
Security Log I-A
Day 26 - Month 4 - 28 Years After Settlement (AS)
00:12:13
Nathan Kelly, Head of Security
...uh, is this thing on - oh, okay!
Been in space over a week now, and I already got the feeling maybe I should'a just shot myself in the foot and stayed at home. I mean - you know the recruiting pamphlets are mostly guff, so's to make the great governmental "space-adventure" seem a little more palatable, but I didn't realise it was gonna be all guff!
What was it they said?
"Sending humanity's best and brightest out amongst the stars!"
Now if we were humanity's best and brightest, would they be sending us off into the unknown like this? Seems half the people on this ship are here 'cause they watched too many holovids when they were younger, and the other half... well, I don't have them quite figured out yet. Me? I just got tired of the Manhattan skyline. Honest.
Ach, it's not that bad. I'm just feeling a little cranky because there's some kind of fault with the air scrubbers on the lower decks - where my quarters are - right now. Nothing life-threatening, just the whole place stinks of rotten eggs and engineering haven't figured out the problem yet. I guess something crawled into the ventilation and died, or some such. Some poor soul's gonna have to crawl in after it soon enough. This ship was supposed to have been locked down tight while we were in space-dock, doesn't bode well for whoever was in charge of quarantine.
How's security? Just fine. Everybody's too busy being too damn excited right now to make any trouble. Ask me again when we're a few more light years out and the boredom has settled in.
Recording: Stopped
Manifest ID: Nathan Kelly, alias 'Selena Benitez'
Practitioner of Project: Flavor
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