Arissa Involuntary Phrobation: Nineteenth Entry
11 Mar 2021K0B4LT
The Federation is Aggressive, hot-headed.The Empire has a stick up its ass.
The Alliance is lay-about kinds of lazy.
All I was doing was trying to stock my carrier full of tritium. During one of my loops I noticed a Mamba sitting outside the station as I was leaving it. I targeted it after I passed and noticed it was turning towards me; thinking it was going to shoot I went back towards the station. To get around the no-fire zone, he was trying to ram me, instead. Apparently, my method of escape, while well within safety and legal parameters, was deemed dishonourable by the Legion, so they demoted me and put me on a 30-day probation period where I could not gain any recognition for my work until it passed. This kind of work is what's keeping me flying: I enjoy it, I'm good at it, and they know it. They run a tight ship, and that's admirable, but it's also rather suffocating; there's enough regulations to make even the Thargoids pause. Fuck the demotion, and fuck them, too. I've already witten them a more kindly worded letter of resignation, but this is a public logbook of my own thoughts.
Ever since my graduation from the Academy a year ago, I've seen a darker side of humanity than I would have ever liked to see. I was effectively barred from the one thing that kept me flying; without it I've no desire to, and early retirement seems like my only option, a life of tedium and domesticity which would be quite hard to do with my non-human appearance. I've one more avenue open, to try and keep myself flying; Shortly after my graduation, I got caught up in a group called Mobius. They offered me a spot on their squadron a long time ago, but I turned it down because I didn't really know what I wanted to do at that time. I'm going to go see if that offer is still open. If not, well...
Honestly, this may very well be my final entry.