DIARY OF CADET ALAN A. RICHARDSON 0007
07 Dec 2020Chillsner
DIARY OF CADET ALAN A. RICHARDSON 0007Decker struck again this morning. I woke up to find I wasn't even on the Carrier. The dickhead had somehow stashed my sleeping body onto the Commanders Asp. Not only that, the Commander took off at some point in the night. I am currently hiding between two escape pods. I swear I can hear someone crying inside one of them. It might be me though.
A few hours later, the Commander found me. I had got my foot stuck between the deck plates and made too much noise pulling myself free. He just looked at me oddly, shook his head and floated back to the cockpit. He didn't even say anything, much to my humiliation.
We ended up talking a bit. I had no idea the Commander held an honorary rank of Rear Admiral. Apparently, they gave it to him because he became a military mailman for a bit. Here I am repairing engines and trying to rise through the military ranks and all I needed to do was deliver some mail.
It turned out the Commander was heading to the Solaris. My chance at a transfer is finally within my grasp.
Okay so the Solaris wasn't there. We lost a whole freaking Carrier. What the hell can destroy a whole carrier???
I may have overreacted a bit. The Solaris has just jumped somewhere else by accident. Now the senior staff are losing their shit over what happened. To make things worse, Captain Elliot is demanding I come back to the Tyger. Some shit has gone down and I wasn't accounted for. Shit... they think I did this?