Nebula Odyssey: CS Krasnaya log

[Krasnaya]

Captains log: Jekaterina Valerieva
Ship: 1358-C8 CS Krasnaya
Assigment: Nebula patrol and research.

Captains log, 10028
Comrades are fighting on front against Houses and their pawns, and our Battlecruiser Krasnaya is sent to scout nebulas and too samples. Who am I to judge high command, maybe research of surrounding areas is not tha futile after all. So far, no hostiles was detected on our long range scanners and even on our directional scanners. Just for safety meassures I ordered my crew, to run shop on silent mode. We ping nebula with our active scanners only once an hour. Should be enough to look around ourselves, but not to attract unwanted attention.

These Nebulas are so silent. It is like flowing through endless mist or thick cream, it embalms our hull, and when engines are not running and systems are not humming, I can hear how thick nebula is tickling our hull. Small electrical charges are sparkling on it, making sound of rain, that I heard on audiorecordings from planet. It is so strange, feeling that I never stepped on soil of any celestial object. My, and most of lives of my comrades start and ends among the stars. It seems suiting that we have it in our flag.

Today, political officer had speach, how our ancestors in Sol system are proud on us, and that their fleet consisting million ships will arrive soon, to help us out. He was speaking about how we are spearhead of social justice for everyone. Crew was cheering, in these melancholic travels, they need to believe we are part of something bigger. I had to smile, imagination of House fat f**ks faces, when our grand fleet arrives and kicks them from their thrones once again. Where will you flee now? We will chase you, until your last breath ...

Black haired woman in white uniform with red stripes places Datapad back on her table.

Omega 49 seems empty and plain. Local nebulas do not hide any surprises and no reasources that we can exploit. Not even organisms on bacterial level. Obviously, we have this area well mapped, but no-one ever knows. Our odyssey continues ...