==CAPTAIN'S LOG==
==DATE-APRIL-18-818 AS==
==LOCATION-ORBIT AROUND PLANET GAIA==
==BEGINNING LOG==
*Bret wakes up on his bed and stares into the stars through his port-side window......He stands up and sits in his chair next to the window* Bret: Computer...begin vocal log.... *Beep* Bret: Captain's log...date...April 18.....days in space...138....It seems that today marked a bit of great anticipation for the crew and I when we made friends with several ship pilots unknown to myself..........After hearing about the others such as myself in the past few weeks I am glad to have met one particular creature which has caught the eye's of not just myself...but the whole crew as well....and with that..crew morale has jumped significantly with each passing we make......It has reminded me of the days in which occurred for me when I was found in a pod among the Detroit debris fields by this ship and crew......Even now I think of the others who escaped that place in Zone 21 in which I haven't yet found.....Agatha...Charlie...Daniel.....Elbi and Feya....I hope they are all alright.....
*Bret looks on as a Zoner convoy passes by his window* Bret: I hope they weren't picked up by slavers.....They never did anything wrong to begin with to deserve such a fate......But now I have a family of my own to watch and look out for.......
*Bret picks up his datapad to looks at the list of his Bridge officers* Bret:....Jenson....Age 31...Former Rhienland Millitary officer...explains the whole 'strong and silent type'.....was in command of a cruiser group that was ambushed in New Hampshire.....I can't believe he was discharged for trying to save the ship with his so called reckless actions.....Poor guy....told me that after the incident he went to Kusari space and got a deal on the ship when he met Ilo......
.....Ilo.....age 27...former Kusari engineer on planet New Tokyo......I still wonder why he left the Kusari Academy.....His knowledge tech is quite high for him to be here on this rust-bucket....Said at one time his family worked with a dojo or something which explains that whole code of his......needs to fix those glasses of his though...
*chuckle*.....Miki....age 14....his story is a happy and sad one.....I met his parents on South Hampton when we did a run of ship metal....good people to offer Jenson, Ilo, and myself to dinner when we helped them carry some goods to their home on the station.........I saw the kid playing with a toy he made from some scrap metal on the ground when we entered the apartment.....His family couldn't buy him a real one so he made it himself......that night as my crew and I were heading back to the ship....*Bret brushes his tail after thinking a moment on the story*.....corsair gunboat came out of the trade lane and started firing on the station....I saw his father get crushed by a steel beam as they ran for safety.....mother passed on in the medical wing after a group of BAF pilot's came and stopped the corsair......She told me before she passed to look after the kid....a person like that only knowing me for a few hours trusting me with a 14 year old's future.......Kid has a one track mind though, but hes a natural when it comes to keeping an eye out for cargo....Said something about his pop working with shipping on the station.....explains the low pay and lifestyle....
*Bret ponders as he continues looking through the roster* Bret: With such a ragtag crew here.....I'm surprised we've made it this far.....Phantoms...Bounty Hunters....the Gaians.....even miss Vixen....All these factors have helped to make this crew what it is.....I couldn't have it any other way.....I just hope that one day...I can find the others who made it out of that place and put them on this roster....Why would scientists create us?....What was purpose we were made for?.......I guess the only truth to be told is that I'm alive.....and with my family....
*Intercom* Jenson: Sir...Ilo and Miki are refusing to stop fighting in the mess hall.....Something about Ilo claiming Miki wet himself when we struck that asteroid earlier....
*Bret presses a button on his personal console* Bret: I'll be right there.... *Bret looks at his roster and turns off the datapad* Bret: Family...........Computer end log....
==END OF LOG==
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
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