My Elite - CMDR [REDACTED] JOURNAL-LOG ENTRY #2
23 Dec 2021Greenthumbs
23rd December 3307What drives one to the stars?
As a boy, I looked to the moon hoping one day I would go there, traversing the lunar surface like they did in the ancient times. I read that great ancient cultures from Earth worshipped everything in the sky, from the moon to the sun, to the planets in Sol. Some people believed these same cultures knew about other planets before mankind even had the technology to stargaze. Wether the reasons behind their worship being their own or ideas of what they represent, they still understood the importance the sun and moon had to our very existence and way of living from our agriculture to the cycle of sentient life.
I looked at the moon wanting to visit, as if it were a friend I had always known. It wasnt til when I finaly grew up I realised the potential and endless possibilities of becoming a Federal Pilot. My father was a pilot, I never knew him but I knew he was a pilot. My mother never spoke of him but she told me along with certain others who confirmed it later. After gazing at the moon on dark nights I would dream of my father's journies in the galaxy. Trailblazing through the void with feelings of content and euphoria, rescuing slaves from Imperialists and seeing the bright beautiful colours of space. But came with these dreams were nightmares of ill imagined thoughts, from the midst of fighting off Xeno invaders to dogfights with pirates and even killing frightened people filled with eyes of terror with his bare hands.
A boy and his dreams. I now know there are plenty of moons to go around for every one including the dreams that come with life in humanities bubble. I may even get my very own moon to call my own some day. But with an understanding of the vastness and vacuum of space, I can honestly say I find myself lost at times. The ambition has always been there, but what to place it in can be overwhelming. It's only been just over a year since I got my pilot's license and it already feel's like several have passed.
I have killed many, believing I will kill many more. I have saved lives hoping I will save many more. I have seen wonderful things from the windows of my ships to the surface of the sand knowing that there is much more to see. Life is cheap out here, but we still hold on to it with so much preciousness.
Now I will kill again. That's the deal I was given, my 'get out of jail free' card. Leave Earth never to return and eventually I would be called upon to serve the Federation. Following in the foot steps of my father. As it turns out, the sin's of my father.