Intergalactic Summit

SS DENVONNE (ANTARES-CLASS SOLAR SAILER)
LOCATION: ORVOLLE IV-1 LUNAR ORBIT
DATE: 114.07.10
FIFTH DAY

Oh dear.

Anette's a great dancer and athlete, and she knows it. However, this doesn't automatically mean she knows what she's doing in zero-g, despite my attempts to give her a basic tutorial (which she ignored). In the primary corridor, she tried to show off to the other girls as I was passing by in the opposite direction. Grabbing the back of my knees, she launched herself from the rear of my thighs by pressing off of them with her feet...only to collide head first with a conveniently unpadded section of the interior wall.

It cut a light gash just where her brow meets her scalp (and I totally didn't freak out). Lots of blood as she was knocked half-unconscious and started spinning wildly, I launched myself to catch her. Needed to call a medical specialist from Haven Alexandria, meaning we'll be stuck in orbit for at least twenty-four more hours.

...I hope this log doesn't become dominated with me just talking about Anette, rather than the voyage as a whole.

Anyway, she's probably wounded her pride more than her actual head (she'll be fine again in a few hours). Waking up in the hospital, she looked horrendously embarassed and dejected, especially given how the other first years look up to her (the elders seem to treat her like anyone else). Thankfully, they seem more supportive and incredibly worried, than laughing at her for her blunder. This is where women are superior to men, I find. You get hurt, and they care, not make a joke about it...

On the plus side, this whole incident has effectively knocked down Anette several pegs as far as the ship is concerned, so she'll definitely be able to serve as a crewgirl just like anyone else.

Oh yeah, had to bloody well seal off that entire section of the primary corridor to vent and decontaminate, then run another health and safety assessment. Thankfully, the medical specialist had her drone that I used.

SS DENVONNE (ANTARES-CLASS SOLAR SAILER)
LOCATION: ORVOLLE INTERPLANETARY SPACE (INNER SYSTEM)
DATE: 114.07.11
SIXTH DAY

Well, we're on our way. Next stop, the sun.

Downloaded a good chunk of last week's hologame releases. Should keep me sane.

How boring modern space travel is when you think about it, though. If we get in trouble, we just call the local authority and they'll have a ship out to us within minutes.

Take me back a few hundred years, where you'd have to cross the interstellar distance on conventional drives, and even warp engines were a fraction of the speed they are today.

Never mind the corresponding chances of failure, I suppose...

I feel the need to say that everything is legal in 0.0.

Now I feel the need to call Concord.

There isn't much else that could be said. It does speak volumes for your Character however that you found the task so hard to fulfill.

For me it was the same to begin with, notifying the Families of those killed under my command was always the hardest part of my Commission in the FDU. Over time, it became easier though until it got to the point where all it was to me was a list of names on a page.

When I realised I'd gotten to that point, I found I didn't like the man looking out of the Mirror at me anymore. I closed down the terminal, deleting the impersonal standard form letters that I was about to send out to the Families and proceeded to polish off 2 Bottles of Minmatar Naval Rum. My resignation was on my CO's desk the following morning along with a stack of Hand Written Letters for the Next of Kin.

Since then, I don't remember having a day where I've been fully sober....

This sounds most intriguing. I am enjoying watching this thread. In fact, it almost makes me want to give a flyby in a shuttle or something. Something harmless, but entertaining for them to look at perhaps.

There we go. That's my fortnight vacation for this part of the year.

Thank you for all your comments, interest, support, and what have you. Hit me up privately if you have any further points or questions you'd like to add.