Personal Log

Posted on Tue Apr 4th, 2017 @ 5:43pm by Second Mate Quinton Beck

172 words; about a 1 minute read

Don't really trust my thoughts to a computer, but since it's you Judah I just gotta vent. Make sure nobody hears this.

***Biotic Encryption engaged***

I'm overwhelmed. My Father ran a loose ship with morals to match, this is... there are families! I expected to smuggle and gun run like the ol days but this ship is seen by millions and watched everywhere it goes.

Yet, I no longer feel burdened by the weight of performing for my fathers specter. I don't look over my shoulder expecting him to grab me and pull me out of the way. Why? Because now I have to hold to my guns, I can't just cut and run and I feel stronger and more confident with every day for it.

My mother served Starfleet, died for the Maquis. My dad hated Starfleet, and is god knows where up to no good, yet here I am, on this ship.

I'm up to the challenge, I'll get us safely there every time or die trying.

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