Commanders log, April 22nd, 3307 of the Human Standard Calendar.
22 Apr 2021Sir Breadstick
Commanders log, April 22nd, 3307 of the Human Standard Calendar. I have decided to make this log in the event that I somehow die. So far in my few weeks since I got my first ship, I have run trade routes, deliver passenger, mined, fought off pirates, hunted down pirates, discovered no less than a dozen systems, killed a half dozen Thargoid scouts, and learned a lot about the galaxy as a whole. Everywhere I look, I see corruption and lies. Some have good intentions others don't. I am not sure of who is corrupt and who is not. I have decided to dedicate myself to helping humanity survive for millennia. I don't care if I have to tear down the galactic superpowers to do it. But what can one commander do? I will need help. And some small amount of notoriety. I wouldn't say I like the idea of gaining fame, but I will do what I must. In other news, I may have found a potential location for the homeworld of the mysterious race known as the Guardians. I think that specific systems of such import may interfere with human frame shift drives, causing the computer to interpret it as "permit locked." I intend to search for more evidence to support my claim. If anyone is listening to this or reading its transcription, then I am either dead, or I have released this to the public. Regardless of whatever I may do in the future, remember everything I have done or will do is for the sake of humanity. And remember, humanity first. Always. End log.