Our Allies Come....
26 Feb 2018N.R.Crosby
Four Days is that how long its been? I grow tired and weak, my old body does not serve me as well as it once did. Days and Nights I spend on my Holoboard or on my Data Pad or speaking with some Commander on a Hologram over our Communications Satellite 143. My throat is dry with so much speaking.. My joints ache from so much typing, and yet I persevere. I must for my peoples. I must do all I can to stand against this evil this disease that plagues our species over and over again when will they ever learn. When will they ever know you cannot possess that which was never yours to possess and to kill and massacre an entire peoples for that which can never be owned. The folly of my species. that we have made it this far is surprising. Another Transmission Today, another Plea I just need hit the enter key and it shall go out across the cosmic winds.Great Cheif Crosby taps the enter key on his Holoboard. a whir can be gently heard somewhere in the office.
COMMUNICATIONS RELAY ONLINE
UPLINK ESTABLISHED
ENCRYPTING
#ACCESS GAINED||CMDR N.R.CROSBY
UPLOADING FILE ......... ............
TRANSMITTING FILE ............................FILE TRANSMISSION...............
Crosby sits back in his chair runs his tired hands across his face... closing his eyes but for a moment his thinks of his beloved Mate Daisy oh how he misses her so he takes his hands away and stares down at the small desktop artwork she had got him a few years ago and ponders the words within the frame upon his desk
When ancestor when will they ever learn?