Logbook of the Stormrunner: Entry 001
29 Nov 2024Stanford Teverell
CMDR Log... uh... zero-zero-one. Date is November the 29th, 3310.I haven't had the heart to go through my aunt's old things. It's been well-over a decade since she died. Her personal effects were willed to me, but I thought they were simple things: A bobblehead shaped like Earth, a bottle of vintage Lavian brandy, and several merits of service to each of the Milky Way's factions. It turns out Aunt Harriet was quite the adventurer... and she also left behind a sealed journal. For my eyes only. Can't get the damn thing open...
There is a pause. The hum of the cockpit and a station's intercom could be heard in the background.
...I've never had to do a logbook entry. The Stormrunner's logbook is decidedly empty. If I died out there in the Black, nobody would know my past or my reasons. Just another hotshot pilot who was taken by the cruel whims of Space. I don't know... something compelled me to press record and just... start speaking. The Federation temporarily opened up Sol to the public. I guess the Feds need all the help they can get from CMDRs, like me. I just--
He is interrupted. The ship's AI Celeste begins to speak. "Incoming Critical Message." There was another long pause, followed by the intercom's garbled speaking in the background.
...Looks like this is it. I'll finally... do something, instead of wasting away as a merc. They're giving the evac order here in Mars High. Millions will want to leave the system due to the 'Goid threat. Destination: The V886 Centauri System. I'll be ferrying refugees. Every life saved will never make up for the hundreds I've taken, but... it's a start. She'll get us there. She'll get us there fast.
CMDR Stanford Teverell, out.
Voice Recording Terminated