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May. 21st, 2005 @ 11:23 pm
Journals of a Confined PilotCollapse )

Apr. 3rd, 2005 @ 08:36 pm
Nee ta ma duh. Tyen-shia suo-yo duh run doh gai si.

What is going on on this bloody ship? Why a I here? It can't be for less trouble - with this crew. And she thinks I have a problem? I don't have a god damned problem, dong-ma? If there's a problem,it sure isn't my problem. I haven't done anything. Except Victoria. And I haven't done anything wrong, at least. I've behaved - with my superiors, at least. I've followed orders, I've done my job. I don't even now what Alex thinks of me. She's always so judging, so privately amused. So reserved and quiet.

I need to have some words with Fengxia.

I finally beat level 30.

Mar. 29th, 2005 @ 01:08 am
Hmm. Damnit.

I was supposed to be good this time. Play nice. Not upset anyone. Too much. Not...get myself into situations. At least it's not my superior this time. And I...seriously doubt this will become and issue beween us. She's too...unconcerned. It's a bit of a relife. And I...don't really want to turn down that particular, ah, outlet if I don't have to. Hmmhmm. No. Far too enjoyable.

I really want my fucking shirt back. I have no idea who the hell has it, although it's getting narrowed down. Granted I can't tell who's just messing with me or not. But damn, I don't think it's too much to ask to leave a shirt out for an evening and expect it to be there in the morning. Gorram it.

Alex wants us to train with her so she can get an idea of what we're capable of. I will be making myself busy in the meantime. It's amazing what one can find to do when avoiding something, it truely is.

We have a new mission, about a week away from reaching the planet. Rim planet, not much more for me to do but get us there and proceed to sit on my butt the rest of the time. Oh, and probably get 'fussy' when they hold our cargo or something. I don't know. Alex will get me details as I need them. I should probably go help get the ship in order - looking like a regular transport ship. I wonder if we'll pick up any people there. I wondr if this Parker fellow is really still alive.

Liane is such a ho.

Mar. 14th, 2005 @ 12:37 pm
I think I have a distinct love-hate relationship to new people. On the one hand, they are new. Which usually means no preconceptions about you and that you can present yourself however you want. On the other hand, they’re new to you too, and those subtle lines I generally do try not to cross, even if I like to toe them. I don’t know about. Not that the first is even valid when assigned to a ship where everyone’s read everyone else’s files and they already know about you – although you’d think, then, people would give me a little less lip, considering. So all I’m left with is unidentifiable lines.

The old crew seems to have the emotional rang of a potato and the new crew…seems to be ill-placed and mismatched. Surely I can’t be the only one to have noticed the way we rub against each other? Liane knows Robin – some strange history there. I know Victoria, although barely, and it doesn’t matter anyhow. Half the crew hates me, which is not a new reaction, but in higher numbers than usual. And the old crew is under suspicion. It’s all enough to make a person question the decisions of the people in charge. Hell, that’s what I’m doing right now, I suppose. If the old crew of the Nominis was so bloody good, then why are things being shaken up with the new crew? It couldn’t possibly be they didn’t have anyone else. And being promoted to a more permanent gig n a large ship is just bullshit. This is not a promotion. In fact, I’m more inclined to think of it as a punishment, with all that goes on. Or the consequences of someone on my last crew asking for my transfer. The whore. At least I felt useful there. I’m a bloody fighter pilot, I should be on a smaller ship. Or piloting various ships regularly – that’s what I’m good at. Tough flying. What am I supposed to do with all this covert crap? Play it safe and nice? Is that it? This mission is cake for a ship so highly regarded as this one supposedly is. Just get us to Osiris – big freaking deal.

Whatever. It’s not my fault I’m here, and at least it’s being seen as a promotion rather than a demotion and I’m still allowed to fly things at all. Not that they could kill me just because I’ve caused a few minor problems – none of which were actually my fault. At least I’ve got the bridge looking better, which is generally unappreciated, not that I did it for any of them anyway. Although I suspect that if I get caught using the screen to watch movies o this ship, it won’t be well received.

Maybe I’ll just take care of some things planetside and do my best to stay out of the rest of everyone’s way the rest of the time. It’s not like they’ll need more from me than getting them from point a to point b. Mission accomplished. I’m hardly the best of field agents and they’ve got four that are meant for the field. I’m better with controls under my fingers, anyway. Pretty much stuck here for the meantime, might as well make the best of it.

Feb. 26th, 2005 @ 03:23 am
There are definitly days where I wonder at my choices in life.

For example, bringing three heavy bags with me when my room is really not that big and I had to carry them up flights of stairs. Still, I'm on this ship for probably a gorram long time, assuming some weird disaster doesn't go down again and kill me. Not likely - I'm a better pilot.

Or, maybe, not reading any files before walking on board. Not even the damn ship file. Sweet rig, though. All shiny and new. Bridge could probably use a little work, though, and I have the feeling that chair will get uncomfortable for too long...and I think we got jipped on screen quality. Cheap bastards. They always skimp on screens when they can. I suppose they're ok. I bet I could tune it up a bit, anyway. I think I got jipped on the room. There's a very subtle slant to one wall. I may like it, though. I haven't decided. I wonder who's next to me. Or across the hall. Probably doesn't even matter.

Should've at least glanced over the files. At least finding out I'm crew with someone I know wouldn't have been a surprise then. No one else I know, at least. No hidden surprises later on. I don't think. Victoria. Always interesting enough and while I wouldn't say it's exciting to be on a crew with her...it's something. Although, nothing's happening there. A pity. We're of a like mind about personal relationships. I think.

I suppose I should unpack. And acquaint myself with the ship better. Look like I have all the answers. Know what I'm doing. So on, so forth. Impress the new people. Or the old people. Anyone.
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Assigned to a new ship. With a large crew. Long term.

Huh.
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