"....War is coming...."
"....We are all that's left...."
"....We need to find a new home...."
3 April 2171 - This is the personal log of of Navigation Officer Karl Williams aboard the HSS Starscreen.We need to find a new home, on this ship those are words to live by,human life has now become precious...and rare. We have been travelling through the blackness of space for decades now, with no end in sight.
15 September 2171 - Conditions of the ship have improved slightly, we passed a small moon two days ago, got enough food a water that will last us a few more weeks. I've picked up readings of a possible new home, but I can't tell for sure yet. Morale is steady amongst the crew, but its getting worse with the passengers. There are more than three thousand people on this ship, it could get ugly soon.
21 September 2171 - The hopeful readings were a bust, not even worth mentioning on this log. This means, according to our maps we won't see another planet or moon or whatever for another month, huh. what are we even doing?
26 December 2171 - Christmas was yesterday... just passed by everyone. No one got any presents since we got nothing to give each other, and no decorations were put up since it would've been too depressing. We just went on about our duties like it was just another day... another Christmas...another year gone by with nothing but ourselves and the stars we can always see but never reach.
9 March 2271 - Conditions are getting worse by the day. Food supplies are dwindling and water is soon to follow, morale is shot to hell and I'm amazed that the engines haven't given out yet. When I was a kid and dreamed of going into space I thought I might get lucky and be the first to find proof of alien life...but now that I've been out here all this time, I see now that there's just us and the rocks. Nothing more.
14 March 2271 - Fights between the crew and the passengers have started, last night in the Mess Hall the fight lasted a full twenty-three minutes before the captain finally got off his ass to stop it. No one was killed but many had serious injuries. I thought about lying to them, telling them I found another possible or maybe leave out the 'possible', but decided not to. We are all trying to occupy ourselves with tasks to keep the fear at bay, every few days I find something new to do to occupy my time, and every few days the fear breaks down that wall and comes creeping back. I don't think i can take much more of this.
2 April 2271 - Moments in time are blurring together. No one seems to take notice of each other anymore, they just follow the motions without looking or talking to anyone else. To conserve power we have had to evacuate and shut down several areas of the ship, which just made matters worse for everyone. But that won't be for long, soon nothing will matter. For the past several days I've been stealing weapons and explosives from the armoury and hiding them in my quarters, they are searching for them but they won't find them. not in time anyway. I will end my struggle and pain as well as everyone else's. But I won't do it yet, I've found a planet with a breathable atmosphere and we're going to check it out. I'll wait till tomorrow.
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