DIARY OF CADET ALAN A. RICHARDSON 0002
01 Dec 2020Chillsner
DIARY OF CADET ALAN A. RICHARDSON 0002Dear Diary,
I'm not sure why it's so cold today, but the deck plates feel like sheets of ice. I know it's December, but the carrier is supposed to be temperature controlled. No doubt some button-pusher thinks he can shave off some credits by dropping the temperature.
The Glorious commander did two ship swaps in the night, but since I am on the day shift I only get to hear the swearing and cursing from the night crew as we change shift. Apparently the commander took off in his expensive cutter only to fly it right into one of the carrier stanchions and flattened the nose. How can someone so rich be so stupid?
Okay, so today's shift wasn't so bad. The commander has been off the carrier all day, so we've just had the run-of-the-mill visitors. Whatever a mill-run is. Some other poor bugger has had to deal with him today. Instead, we had to move cargo about. Last week this whole place was stored with fuel, but our wonderful commander decided to take a trip into the Formidine Rift to take a picture. Yes, a picture. He used up thousands of tons of fuel because he wanted something to put in the album. I want a transfer. Maybe the Solaris is after a new deckhand.