9.13.2330 First Officer's Logs
11 Sep 2023Peristrophe "Peri" Chin-Riley
On our way to the Atalanta this morning, Captain Sarah Morgan had a long chat about her experiences and she gave me enough sage advise to keep me overthinking things for a decade. She even asked me what I thought of commanding one day. The thought made me want to jump out of an airlock but she insisted that I was well suited, having been her first officer these past months. I have to say, the thought has crossed my anxious mind, but only if I have gained the confidence of my comrades. I will not, NOT, be in another appointed position. No repeats of the Senior Symposium Organizing Committee debacle. Crying in public once is an anomaly, doing so twice would be .... well I'd just die.The Atalanta will be transporting Mr. Samuel Coe and his Daughter Cora Coe, to Akila City in the FSC. I am almost ashamed to admit that I've never traveled to a city outside the UC so I am excited to see a new place. Captain Morgan has told us that she intends to seek out survey leads in the FSC and also to build closer ties outside the UC. No one can deny that while Constellation is a pan-humanist organization, its membership, myself included, is disproportionately UC Atlantians.
Supplemental
Mr. Coe has revealed that a long-hidden stash belonging to his family may contain another piece of the artifact. Seeing as we lack more promising leads at this time, Captain Morgan has decided to aid Mr. Coe in locating his buried treasure. We will depart for the countryside tomorrow. As I lie down for some much needed sleep my mind keeps replaying my time with Andreja in Akila today. I never would have expected to feel such ... familiarity with someone like her. Our histories couldn't be more different and yet, when she confided that she felt isolated from the rest of Constellation .. well lets just say I couldn't help but see myself only a short while ago. Present but never really seen, never letting myself show, never letting that mask down even a little, until it finally broke under the constant strain. When I told her about my own past, I swear I saw that same flash of recognition in her eyes, like she'd known me this whole time. Fuck its hard to think around her sometimes.