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DIARY OF CADET ALAN A. RICHARDSON 0008

10 Dec 2020Chillsner
DIARY OF CADET ALAN A. RICHARDSON 0008

I have come to the conclusion that The Commander is probably a bit insane. He never leaves his cockpit chair. When I say never, I actually mean never. He doesn't get up to eat, he doesn't even get up to go pee. He just sits there. Meanwhile, I've peed three times already; which might have something to do with the twelve cups of really weird tea I've drunk from one of the Hutton Orbital mugs I found at the back of the cargo bay.

We haven't gone anywhere all day. I've done some maintenance to try and take my mind of my impending court martial. It hasn't worked. I've been trying to figure a way out of this. I put Decker in the shower, so he put me in The Commander's Asp before he took off. Simple. The commander can back me up. Although, he only saw me in his Asp. He had been going to and from the Solaris, so he doesn't know when I got on board. Shit. He might think I am trying to escape the crimes scene. Is he waiting for Federal Agents to collect me?

I'm officially starving. The Commander still hasn't eaten anything and I've had to do my belt up another notch. I've tried eating the teabags, but they were revolting. It was like eating sawdust and grit. On the plus side, The Commander is speaking to me now. He told me not to use the water in the galley as the grey water recycler isn't filtering the water very well.

I've stopped drinking the tea.

We finally moved. The Commander pointed us back in the direction of the Tyger after he told me that there are reports the Solaris issue had been confirmed as Sabotage. Oh crap.

I've decided that maybe I should become a Commander on my own. I could trade my good boots for some cheap boots. How much does a Sidewinder cost these days? Maybe I should quit before I get booted out. I doubt The Commander needs a second pilot. Maybe a plumber.
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