Captain Annabelle Scott of the USS Athena reporting in. That's weird. Am I the only one who things that's weird? The whole woman captain thing. Like, it's cool, really cool. I love my job. But when my dad was my age, this was illegal. Illegal! How crazy is that?
My apologies. The, uh, the crew decided it was a good idea to get drunk. Angela chose to stay sober - since she's actually smart - and Clark joined her. I couldn't help it. That blackout scared the hell out of me; I can't stop thinking about Sarah and Marie; we don't know what the hell is waiting for us on that station...
What were they researching? That's all we know - it's a research station. But what they were doing is classified. But you wouldn't even tell me. The captain of this giant hunk of metal, and I know nothing about where it's even going.
What aren't you telling us?
Anna? Are you done rambling to that computer yet?
I'll be out in a minute, let me sign off!
Anyway, this is Amanda, signing off. Wait, what the- who the fuck is Amanda? Jesus...
//Transmission End.
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Science-FictionThe transmissions of a forgotten captain from a mission unknown. Dorian Schnee, 2018 All Rights Reserved