Continuing On
26 Feb 2018Noah Millea
The Iron Minotaur undocked from Hillary Depot yesterday in our continuing journey to Colonia. Next stop: Amundsen Terminal in the Lagoon Sector NI-S b4-10. Yeah, the long-distance spacers were right, typing out those system designations never gets any simpler. Who the hell named those places anyway? Oh well, that's where we're headed and we should make it in a few hours. In the meantime all we have to occupy our time is jumping. And scanning. And jumping. And scanning. But that's not really a bad thing. We've been travelling together long enough that we're starting to get into the groove of this trip. I have come to trust Iain, my XO, completely. I have no doubt that when I give him command of this vessel everything will run perfectly smoothly. Not only that but he's a damn good chess player.It's been an uneventful trip since we left Hillary with nothing exciting happening except finding a few terraformable water worlds to add to our databanks of high-metal contents, gas giants, and other space rocks hardly even worth scanning. But hey, I can't deny I'm going to enjoy having my name stuck on some of those barren lumps of rock when some commander pulls up their system chart. One of the engineering crew, Braxton, came onto the bridge earlier and asked if he could "claim one of the planets" for himself. I didn't know what to say and Navigator Reills was busy plotting our next course but Iain jumped right up and told him straight-faced that it was only right, then let him sit in his seat and told him which button to press to charge the ADS. I was so busy holding back my laughter that I didn't have the time or the heart to tell the poor kid it didn't matter who pushed the button. He strutted off the bridge saying he was going to send his parents a message on GalNet to tell them about the planet he could call his own. You'd think one of the engineers would know that the ADS registers the ship ID, but apparently not. Oh well, gave us on the bridge a good laugh and didn't hurt anybody. Well as long as none of the other crew find out. I can only imagine the fun they'd have at Braxton's expense. Call me a son of a bitch but I specifically refrained from telling Reills to keep his mouth shut about it. Let's call it a social experiment, a test to see how the crew meshes this far into the trip. Of course if it gets too bad I'll have Iain pass down word to knock it off, but I'm allowed to have some fun of my own, right?