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Log 1. Week 1. Exact date missing.
A new opportunity, a new job. Finally will make myself useful. The training programs were rather vague, I knew the police was underfunded, but that.. Anyway, my first few days were a challenge. I got used to handling the ship, but it took time. It responded very quickly, which I like, I guess.
I just finished my last patrol for the day, and the week. I have to admit, the "cop bar" is a really friendly one, if you are a police officer.
Log 2. Week 5. Exact date missing.
The law is a fun thing. It's funnier how lawyers and their sort can play with it, twist it, make it look different. I didn't like it. The other officers didn't like it. But it is how things work. Arresting someone was the easy part, proving him guilty..a different story. I can't even count the vast amounts of scum that simply walked away after doing things..terrible things. I also noticed that in the end, no matter how agitated by this everyone was, they quickly forgot and moved on.
Log 3. Week 10. Exact date missing.
Something bad happened. I was taking a suspect to Texas, he was illegally aboard a liner, probably trying to hide from the authorities. At some point, as was trying to dock with a trade lane, I felt two strong hands go around my neck, trying to squeeze my life away. As I felt the darkness come near, I started waving my hands around, randomly pressing buttons. Somehow the autopilot was stopped and I had control.. I turned the ship and hit the thrusters. The sudden force loosened the grip on my neck. I quickly came back to my senses, put the ship into a stable position, unstrapped myself and went behind the seat to deal with my sudden attacker. The thrust had smashed him into the rear part of the cockpit. He had fresh a head wound, but was still alive. Then something odd happened. I was furious. Grabbed his head and started smashing it against the wall until my muscles started to hurt. The back of his head was nothing more than a mixture of disfigured meat, pieces of brain and bone. He was long dead. After the anger came guilt. And it was stronger.
Log 4. Week 10.
Cleaning the ship was easy. Claiming his death was a result of the impact was easier. But the guilt..that I couldn't get rid of. I continued my duties, but felt miserable. I did a terrible thing.. He was unconscious, I should have taken him to jail. Not long after I found myself wondering, did he have a family..a mother..perhaps a wife? What was he running from?
Log 5. Week 10.
I was shipping other suspects today. None of them got loose. One of them fell asleep at the exact place where it happened...
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Log 9. Week 11.
I'm starting to feel a bit better. The guy did try to kill me. He had it coming. At least that's what I keep telling myself during the day. But at night, the guilt returns at full power. I haven't slept normally since it happened.
...Skipping all broken fragments in file... Log 15. Week 15
The guilt is gone. Decided to devote myself more to the job, and it worked. I can finally sleep easier.
Log ??. Week 20
It is time to think about a promotion. Shiny new badge, authority, salary.. All a dream at the moment. But who knows, maybe a few more months and..
Log 29. Week 27.
I got promoted. Seems quite fast. And it is. But I noticed the LPI is understaffed and a lot of positions are opened. Easy to climb the ladder, as they say.
The salary is quite nice, the amount of work..bigger, but that doesn't matter to me. Had to undergo quite a few trainings. Mostly related to paperwork. I took some additional courses as well.
Log 32. Week 30.
Despite being the newest sergeant, I was given the task of supervising fresh meat. From Division 1 for now, a fact I am thankful for. New York can be called the safest place, patrol-wise. If I were to fly with these no-good-for-nothing fresh rookies, half of them would have died in another system. My communication and leadership skills seem to be improving, skills I really need for the purpose of my new task.
Log 45. Week 34.
There is a new training programme I decided to try. For quartermaster. The post was going to be free quite soon. Not many candidates. Wouldn't blame them, almost no one likes paperwork. The good thing about it was that if an active officer, or a higher ranked individual applied, he didn't necessarily loose his rank and active duty tasks. That person would simply have another fancy title. And loads of paperwork and less flying time. Suits me. I'll spend quite some time, not sure if I'll have time for this diary.
Log 56. Week 60
Seems I forgot about this little thing. Some good memories. Some painful memories. My duties continued. Many suspects in jail, some got away, many crashes of my ship and many injuries. Not to forget the scars that remind me of them.
I believe I've got enough experience to get a promotion. Will need a few days to gather all the paperwork and apply. Heck, why not.
Log 58. Week 60.
Got my ship wrecked in a pirate chase. No fatal injuries. Just when I needed some spare time to gather the paperwork..Careful what you wish for..
Log 59. Week 61.
Discharged from the hospital and eager to get that promotion to Lieutenant. All paperwork gathered, all I have to do is submit..
Log 127. Week 70.
I'm a Lieutenant now. A lot more responsibilities.. Not sure if I'll be able to log this diary any more.