Resolutions
05 Nov 2019ParkTyGreen
Tiberius Captain’s Log - 4th of November 3305I’ve done some thinking and decided I’m not going to abandon everything. Some coffee and consolation talks with Buck and I realised I really do not want to give up. What was I thinking, considering selling my ships to go waste away on some sun-drenched, soulless paradise world? All because I came close to death? Close to killing my crew in the process? I guess the canopy cracking and nearly breaking really got to my senses. That and, almost dying of course. I’ve just not been in a good state of mind. Maybe it’s all this time out in space. Maybe I just need to get some off-time on a planet. Been cooped up here for too many years now.
Anyways, it’s nothing new, almost dying in the vacuum of space. And it’s almost happened plenty of times in my old ships. Sloane and Buck already knew what they were getting into when they signed on to be fighter pilots on this ship, that there was a decent chance that they would die doing so. The Tiberius is a combat ship, after all. So I set out to the compromised nav beacon in Anima today with a renewed sense of determination.
In other news, Buck bought a guitar while we were docked and has been annoying the hell out of me and Sloane all day with his ear-splitting attempts.
Also, thinking of heading up to an Engineer to get some of these modules decked out. Maybe I’ll get some railguns or something.