William Fike Log Entry 5....
I was up earlier that usual this morning, partly because of being unable to get back to sleep after waking up, and because I wanted to explore the rec center a bit. I had not really had the chance to visit that part of the ship yet since our journey began. It was an impressive design featuring a bar, a sauna, a gym, a surprisingly large pool and even a movie theater. Enough to keep the crew from losing their sanity for the duration of the voyage.
The center was almost completely empty and I had a lot on my mind as I explored it. I could not help but feel anger at Command for giving us such a dangerous mission, when we were meant to be a ship of exploration, but I understood the reason. We were the newest ship in the fleet with the newest gadgets. We were the only ship that featured the new and experimental stealth ability. That alone made us the prime choice for the assignment, and we were still at least headed on the right course, but I could not keep my mind from wandering to the worst case scenario, being destroyed by pirates.
I was shaken from my thoughts as the sound of someone running on one of the treadmills grew louder. I opened the thin glass doorway that led into the gym, which was lit very bright and saw Lt Katsumi running at great speed. He kept it up for several minutes before slowing down. I took the chance to get to know him a little better and we spoke for a while as I myself go onto a treadmill, though I could not go anywhere near as far as Katsumi, not at my age. I am fifty one years old, seventeen years older than Katsumi. He is a very disciplined man, and very humble. At nineteen years old, he became a hero throughout colonial space after he and three others piloted their fighters in defense of Haro Station during the mercenaries War against a fleet of drones. He was the only survivor but they successfully defended the station. He does not say much and I could tell after a while that he desired to be alone, though to polite to say so. I took my leave, out of breath and decided to see what the bar looked like. I expected id spend most of my free time here, loving the atmosphere of a good bar.
I was not disappointed. It was beautifully crafted. "Isn't it a bit early for you William? Asked a gruff old sounding voice. It was James Kilt, who was busy cleaning the glasses from the third shift crew, who had likely just headed to their quarters for bed. I smiled as he poured me a glass of water, seeing that I had just come from the gym. I have not had much of a chance to get to know him the past few days so I sat at the bar and talking with him for a while. Unlike Katsumi, James was very conversation friendly and it was even hard to get a word in. James Kilt does not do much sleeping, managing his small staff for all three shifts meal times, finding a chance to sleep here and there. Regardless he was full of energy, even though he was older than even me.
The rest of the day was very uneventful. I was glad, it was a chance for me to calm my nerves while I lost myself in my work. The officers were silent at dinner. Dr Palmer and his wife were absent at dinner, they were working an extra shift to finish making sure the medical facilities met their expectations. They are as meticulous as me.
William Fike Log Entry 6....
The morning briefing was short. Captain Hall thinks we will run into trouble once we reach Far Trader territory and has informed us that he will be running both combat drills and emergency response drills daily to ensure that the crew is ready in the case that we do run into hostile forces and our forced to engage them.
I feel much safer aboard this vessel knowing how well armed it is but I cannot shake the feeling that our two year journey might end much sooner than it was supposed to. It would be very disappointing to have to turn back and wait several months longer for the ship to be repaired in a space dock, and I do not want to think about the other possibility.
The day was uneventful. The drills, which do not concern myself or my staff, ran smoothly I hear and with the help of Thomas we began working on a drone design of my own meant to measure planetary atmosphere and seek out biological life forms. By the time we reach the first unexplored sector I hope to have several of them ready. They are more reliable than what we have used before and far more accurate.
I spent the evening after dinner staring out into space through one of the top deck observation rooms. I could not help but feel small against the back drop of a billion stars and the vast emptiness that surrounds us. It was humbling and a good reminder that though we may be capable of traversing great distances and seeking out new homes, we have still only scratched the surface.