DIARY OF CADET ALAN A. RICHARDSON 0001
30 Nov 2020Chillsner
Diary of Cadet Alan A. Richardson.Dear Diary.
A carrier is big. Bigger than some capital ships. It can house thousands of people and dozens of the largest ship types known to man and alien. Yet rather than give this flying fortress to some needy third world colony, it was given to some dopey commander that happened to stumble upon a rich source of Low Temperature Diamonds a couple of years back.
Still, at least I have a job. I could be penniless and work down some crappy mine. Not that this job is any easier though. We have a captain, but even he is at the beck and call of the glorious commander. We jump from place to place and then comes along Wednesday night. Don’t get me started on Wednesday night…
Okay, you did it. On Wednesday night, the hull is always messed up from any number of jumps. The hull is all bent out of shape and the paint peeling away. You know what we have to do? We have to fix it all in one night. We have to replace bent panels, beat out the other ones and slap on new paint to all the places that need it, only for the jerk to come back and decide he wants to go orange.
So yeah, us grunts are vastly underappreciated on the carrier. At least he hasn’t decided to change the layout again. Last time we did that we had to detach the entire front section of the carrier and put a hammerhead in its place. Unbelievable.