LSR Operative CMDR Allan Vanderbolt's LOG: "They Keep Redacting My Logs"
23 Feb 2020Allan Vanderbolt
Allow me to preface my CMDR's Log with a brief tidbit: I started my journey in 3303 and there are numerous adventures that I've yet to log, adventures that I've yet to set out on, and I am reluctant to chronicle it all as there is too much, and not enough. I am but a molecule in an ocean, a cog in the infinite, and without me nothing changes, with me nothing changes, I am inconsequential. That being said, I've ended worlds, a perception, was the final entry in some poor sods logs, and the initial entry in a CMDR's log as I mentor them, or set them out on a voyage all their own. Even doing this, I am surrounded by the black and the distant gleam of stars that I'll never visit, or even if I do, I won't remember being there. There is an old saying, or proverb, maybe axiom, 'All roads lead home.' I don't know how true that is. Where is home when the vastness of space surrounds you? I was born in Cori City to my father who is an Admiral in the Federal Navy and has served for nearly 30 years. He is nearing retirement, but I think he'll retire at his last breath. My mother is a mechanic and has a love for ships that she passed on to me.Current date:
Leviathan Scout Regiment
Operative
CMDR Allan Vanderbolt Log
Location: Classified
Conflict Zone: Classified
It was supposed to be... well, starting anything like that means its not, but nevertheless, it was supposed to be a routine patrol in *redacted*. The scans were going as per the norm. Lots of freighters, most bound for *redacted*, couple of wanted pilots that were easy enough to haul in, and if they didn't surrender, I'd have to remind them of the 'harder' points in life. If you didn't catch it, that was a pun regarding deploying my hard points. I'll also add that, yes, I'm well aware that this is an official report and that my supervisors are going to catch hell, and in turn, I'll catch hell for having written this report casually. Perhaps this will keep me flying and not promoted and stuck behind some god awful desk and reading this dreary reports of others out in the black having all the fun.
****Initial Contact****
Wing Commander *Redacted* ordered us in to low wake at coordinates *redacted*. We were then instructed to deploy hard points and set up a security check point at *redacted*. We were scanning for *redacted*.
****Interdiction****
***Full Redaction of Logs***
****VIP Extraction****
***Full Redaction of Logs***
****REDACT ALL FURTHER LOGS****
End CMNDR Log
I'd bore you with the remaining of the log, but as you can see... the bits that make it fun and interesting have been, well, refer to the title.