Personal Log, 23 August 3303
23 Aug 2017User78245
I thought about doing a personal journal, get my thoughts on screen and out of my head. Long supercruises with nothing to do but read or think with half an eye on the scanner. I'm getting tired of those dusty reports to the ADF. The Alliance may pride themselves on being "the neutral third party", but our member systems all get their naval tradition straight from the Feds.While I'm out here wasting my time chasing down the boogeyman, I was reviewing my contract with the ADF and marveling over what a complete farce it is. I get to keep 100% of my profits gained while dispensing their contract instead of the Pilots Federation funneling 15% back to the contractee (what a silly policy that is...), and in return the ADF gets to tell me what to do, how to do it, and how fast to do it. Again. No hazard pay, and they get to maybe think about offering me something more at a later dater. Idiot. I was so happy to finally be out on my own, making money on my own terms, finally get my first big contract, and I end up running back to the ADF. Not that I didn't enjoy my time in uniform, but my mouth is way too smart for the military. Any military.
When this is over, maybe I'll head back home for awhile and get rid of this cash burning a hole in my pocket. Maybe start my own passenger transport business, I heard that's where the real money is. Or spend some time deep out in the black on my own terms. Maybe do some work with the Imperials for a bit, at least they do things with panache.
No military though. And I'm ditching this co-pilot the ADF saddled me with for this mission the first chance I get, the guy talks too much. I can solo a Cobra in my sleep anyway. They're going to make me go back and pick up one of those Thargoid satellites, I know they are. Fed up doesn't begin to describe what I think of this contract.