Exploration log 1
11 Jun 2016PBSF Tempest
Staring out of my cockpit window... R Doradus' corona burns a hue of red. The yellows and orange merge and dance on the surface. I sit in silence and stare at the beauty, the beauty caused by so much chaos and violence...
Chaos and violence... Funny...
I thought I left that behind in civilized space.
I came out here to find something that I've lost. Something that I haven't felt in so long.
After I was almost killed outside of my home station, the very place I thought I was safe, I lost the fight to go on. The days just started to merge together, drone on and on like some broken record. I needed to get away. Somewhere... Anywhere.
My ship fueled, the newly arrived planetary vehicles installed. I took a moment to talk to my handler. He said he understood why I needed to go. He tells me my bunk, locker, and most importantly, my seat at the bar will all be here when I return.
I don't know what's ahead of me at the Formadine Rift, but I definitely know what's behind. And I need a break...