[Captain's Log - Date: May 13th, 824 A.S.] [Captain Matthew Hemlock]
That's it, then. I'm done. No more waiting around for 'Grand Admiral Whats-his-nuts' and company to fix the damned thing. We're out, and we're taking her with us.
I don't care how dramatic it sounds, or that it took half a god damned year to reach this point, but I'm not waiting any more. I've sat in this chair for over three years doing my best, watching and waiting for the sign of when to finally return to the fight, and I get back and they tell me to crack a book and to expect your family to hate you for it.
[Silence....]
I'm just so done with people telling me that I can't think straight, that I'm just doing things because I want to. First that prick from Delta, then the entire chain of command. I try, but everyone perceives it as stupidity, and for that I'm out.
We're heading for the lower Omicrons and maybe even to the Omegas. I'm going to try and avoid Liberty, but knowing how this whole damned sector works, I'll be dragged back there and everyone'll hate me for it.
We'll see how this all goes down, though. Once Cathy gets finished fixing our transponder, we'll be ready.
I respect the whole gang, but having to wait for that long just so nothing could happen is complete trash. We'll see how this new future goes along.
