Spacer's journal - Maia

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Login: Maia
Subject: Personal diary
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Maia walked towards her laptop and sat on the simple metal chair in front o fit. She looked slightly more tired than usual. Her eyes told the unspoken stories of dreads and fears. She looked exactly the same way as the other young rookies after their first hot mission.
Maia reached for a small bottle and knocked out two pills from it, which she immediatley after ingested and drank with glass of water. Then she turned her laptop on and started voice recording another chapter of her journal.


“Chapter three – Primary fleet, new assignment

Allright, where to start. Well, as you guess from the name of this chapter – I was accepted into the Primary fleet and passed through all these medical checks. I was really surprised when they contacted me and said yes. It felt really good – to have place and meaning in this universe.
Not everything went according to a plan, as I was diagnosed with rare disorder called „class 7 low gravity syndrome“, which basically means that my bones and muscles are less dense than they should be, and I’ll need to take prescription during several weeks, maybe months, to fix this mess up. Even worse, I have to visit planet regularly and subject myself to its natural gravitation. And planets really don’t make me feel well – not only I get tired more quickly, but it’s also painful. It should get all better eventually.
But not everything is bad. Not long after I recovered from my first treatments, I was assigned to commander Alisa Tereshkova and her Crimson squad. She immediately sent me to my first recon missions to the Drake system, which is infested with nomads and their thralls.
I read about them, but facing them just few kilometers away was something completely diffirent. They were scary, really terrifying. Their voices were human and normal, but there was something else in their voice what made more sinister. Or maybe it was just my imagination fueled by the fact that I knew they were ones of them.
I was flying high speed circles around them, recording them on my sensors as best as I could, but I knew that one mistake will send me to their hands. My hands were shaking, my breath was shallow and I felt my heart right inside my neck. And all of this I was doing several hours a day, few days in a row. But when I was writing report back to my commander – I felt it was worth it. I felt that I done my part, even if it was just tiny one.
My commander was satisfied, and after few days I got my first promotion. I’m agent-lieutenant now. I don’t really know if we won in the Drake or not, but that’s not really important now. I’m just a still fresh agent and not all informations gets to me. I’ve got now few days of rest, and then I’ll report to my commander – oh, actually commandant for another assignment.
What should I tell about her? I don’t know. It seems that all in the Crimson squadron are friendly to each other and I got several invitations for a drink. They little disappointed when I refused, as I have allergy to alcohol and can’t drink with them. Yes, I know, I’m not exactly a people’s person.
These are the all news I have right now. Maia signing off."

Maia finished her voice recording and closed the laptop shut.

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Captain Virginia Belle
Task Force Phoenix
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