Personal Log Entry #1
21 Feb 2024Gavyn McGearoid
- Date: February 21, 3310 -Location: 12 d Bootis
It's been a while since I've had the chance to sit down and put my thoughts to words. Life in the vast expanse of space has a way of keeping one occupied, to say the least. But today feels different. Today, the weight of my responsibilities as a father weighs heavier than usual. My previous activities prohibited me from keeping an official logbook, and I'm not really a fan of diaries. However, an acquaintance recently advised me to give it a try, because if you don't have an adult to talk to in the void, then you have to use the computer. Even if it's just to stay mentally healthy.
Being a divorced and single father in this unforgiving universe is no easy task. The echoes of the past still haunt me, the memories of a time when our family was whole, when laughter filled our home and dreams seemed within reach. But that was before the separation, before the fractures appeared in our once unbreakable bond.
My son, FinnJonn, has been my beacon of hope through it all. Despite the challenges we face, he remains my constant source of strength and motivation. From the moment he was born, I knew my purpose in life was to protect and nurture him, to guide him through the uncertainties of this vast cosmos.
In my own family, it was always the fathers who took on the role of caretakers. We were raised with the belief that strength lies not only in the ability to conquer the stars but also in the capacity to nurture and support those we love. And so, I find myself drawing on the skills passed down through generations, relying on the teachings of my ancestors to navigate the complexities of fatherhood.
The Hanseatic League also has been a source of solace and support in these trying times. Their unwavering commitment to their people resonates with me deeply. In the midst of faction wars and the ever-present threat of the Thargoids, the League stands as a beacon of hope, a testament to the resilience of humanity in the face of adversity.
But even amidst the chaos of interstellar conflict, my primary focus remains on FinnJonn. Every decision I make, every jump I take, is with his well-being in mind. I've made sacrifices, modified my ship to accommodate his presence at all times. That's why I made the decision to purchase a modified escape pod for two, equipped with a small FSD and an automatic return system to the nearest Hanseatic starport. It's a costly investment, but it provides me with the peace of mind knowing that FinnJonn and I will always have a way home, no matter how far we roam.
And yet, despite my best efforts to shield him from harm, there are dangers lurking in the void that even I cannot fully protect him from. The recent escalation of tensions, coupled with my involvement in a secret mission, weighs heavily on my mind. I cannot afford to let my guard down, not when so much is at stake. But for now, as I watch FinnJonn sleeping peacefully in his makeshift bunk, I am reminded of why I fight. He is my reason to persevere, my guiding star in a universe shrouded in darkness. And no matter what trials may lie ahead, I will do whatever it takes to ensure that he has a future worth fighting for.
Now that I have dictated my thoughts to the computer, I have to admit that it really does help. I think I will keep this form of monologue in the future. Who knows, maybe my son will listen to it one day when he's grown up and has a family. There's something touching about the idea of leaving your own thoughts behind. But enough of that now, I have to initiate the next jump and don't want to end up in the sun.
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