Star Date 3303-07-24
Well, here we are. It is time.
Life in the Bubble is chaotic, and I’ve had enough. Humankind’s uncontrolled urge to wipe themselves out in the name of peace, all in the pursuit of power and dominance, has driven me to the edge of… what exactly? Losing my mind? The fabled lost isle of Insanity? Probably not, and if I’m honest – which I can be, occasionally – I’m fairly certain that my so called sanity is far from what it should be anyway.
But no. It’s far simpler than that. Humankind, in its present form, just makes me sick to my stomach. The greed, the incessant need for power, the corruption, the endless wars, the needless deaths of the innocent – I can’t take it any more.
Yes, yes. I know. I’m far from an angel myself. I’ve smuggled stolen goods. I’ve relieved traders of their cargo – piracy, as some would call it. I’ve traded on the black market. I’ve even shot down fellow smugglers and pirates so I could collect their bounties, therefore enriching myself further.
So call me a hypocrite if you must, I’ll not deny it. But there comes a time when enough is enough, and this is that time. Have I seen the light? Ha! Do me a favour. But still… I can’t take it any more. I can’t remember the last time I slept more than a few hours at a time. Nightmares plague me. The illicit alcohol I’ve taken to drinking in the hope it’ll make me sleep soundly only gives me the worst hangovers. I have the shakes every morning. I’m becoming an alcoholic.
That’s why, for a while now, I’ve been hanging out in the Lembava system. That Li Yong-Rui runs a tight ship for an Independent, I have to admit, but I’m not here for him. I’m here for the discount on ships and parts. The Credits I had stashed away, added to those I made when I sold my trusty Cobra, were enough for me to buy an Asp Explorer and outfit her the way I wanted.
Star Dancer, as I named her, is good for only one thing – exploring. I have piloted her for thousands of light years and so I know her inside out. I persuaded that eccentric engineer Felicity Farseer to work on my ship, and that, coupled with my custom outfitting, has given Star Dancer a jump range of just over 51LY. 51.16, to be exact.
She is my ticket out of here, out of the Bubble. Away from so called civilisation. Some say spending too long out in the dark, all alone, will drive a Commander mad. Well, what of it? I’m most of the way there already. At least it will be peaceful.
And I might just get to see some awe inspiring sights on the road to madness. Who knows. Only one way to find out.
I leave tonight. To where, I have no idea. Only that it will be a very, very, very long way from here.
This ship’s log, this diary, will be a record of my journey.
CMDR ABCurtiss signing out