The First Log
23 May 2022Mcneilsmith
*searches for the log button... "dammit!"*Initiates voice command
Computer highlight log entry protocols on the screen, and record new log.
Captains log 23-05-3308. I was given my Captains wings from the Federation today -- I has been almost 3 years since my protégé, Cmdr. O'Brian, died flying the 'Vindicator I' in an attempt to protect our people as they fled an imperial bombardment on our last refuge. We were once an independent colony of hundreds of core ore miners on the bubble's fringe, taking jobs for both the Imperial Navy and the Federation's industrial needs--yet the imps decided one day their friends were their threat. Since that day I have pledged to vindicate our people! We have docked with our only known friends in the galaxy, the namesake of our fighting ships, The Vindicated Squadron. They have graciously given our survivors a home, hearth, and membership into their ranks. As the elected commander amongst the last remaining souls of the Maquis, I pledge to search for any and all remaining Maquis still fleeing--we will make this right.
With the turn of the imperials, a client from the Federal Council reached out to me offering to formalize my title as captain, licensing my work under the badge of their fleet in return for rank. Completing both the work for my people, as well as taking on the additional Federal contracts has been bloody, costly, and a grind on the motivation of the few Maquis souls left... But today we are rewarded as I now hold the official title and prestige of Post Captain of the Federation. With this I have motioned my people, and have acquired into purchasing a Warship. With Admiral in my sights, and the partner ship of the Vindicated, we will see the sun rise again on our home.
End log.
*Oh, so that's where the button is*
Deactivates voice command