The onus of one.

Posted on Tue Jun 13th, 2023 @ 12:22pm by Commodore Finchley Kerr

303 words; about a 2 minute read

"Personal log, Captain Finchley Kerr" he began. Taking a seat heavily, he kneaded his eyes with the heels of his palms. He was tired both mentally and physically, but he couldn't afford to allow himself to be that way.

"The crew have gelled well. I have to admit, when we had the initial briefing for this mission to the Chin'Toka shipyards, I didn't think they would, I was sceptical, things didn't exactly go well at first. However, hindsight is a marvellous thing, my scepticism was ill founded. However, the next part of the mission fills me with dread, I'm not going to lie, what with the Founder...and trying to capture or kill them."

Putting his head on the back of the seat and starring at the ceiling, he continued "When I accepted this Command, I knew what I was getting into, it comes with a responsibility, to make sure we come back, but, we're up against harsh odds. One hundred and twenty thousand troops, plus the Founder and their entourage against our small team, it's a tough one, there's no doubting that. Oh, I'm in no doubt about the dedication of the crew to their duty, but it's the onus of leading them through it. Yes, I've been in tight spots with people before, but this is a whole new level...I hope for their sake I'm up to it."

Blinking a few times, he sat back up and starred at the far away wall "Yadira, Shon, Kell, Isabelle, T'Lira, Jaal, Shr'Nesh, Jock, Kevin...myself...how many of those names will I be saying by the end of this mission when we come back...'if' we come back."

He stood up and tried to shake the melancholy out of himself.

"Computer, delete this personal log...", then he walked out of his quarters.

 

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