I am resigning my comission and settling down with a nice farmboy and living out my days without ever touching a plane or a veritech again. I think I shall have ten children and name them after video game characters and they will grow up and marry nice country girls or boys and never ever go through a battle like the ones I've been through. Then I shall die and be buried like a normal person without a twenty one gun salute or a missing man formation.
...And if you believed any of that you obviously don't know me very well.
I am a little tired of this being wounded thing, it totally cramps my style. Worst of all I have no one to unload my misery on, blech! I usually do that to Wave, but he's off being heroic somewhere else. Which of course sucks for me. What I wouldn't give for that Bacta stuff from Star Wars. Also being wounded puts my mortality into perspective and that makes me think that I need to get laid...badly. (And if anyone tries to take me up on that comment I will shove him (Or her) out of the nearest airlock).
Love life aside, I need to get some more info from the Nargis on what hit us and where they went. And I need to find out if our security team has figured out anything about Arima's death and why/how the hell he got on the DF. I don't like this situation, not one bit. Someone onboard this ship killed him and I can't think of any of my personel capable of doing that. So if it's not my people then who could it be? Mech, I am not a happy Captain, missions should be boring, when they're boring that means everything is going right.
Anyways I need to escape from Sick bay before the doc tries to put me under again.
Chiao!