10-15-2025, 06:06 PM
== Sometime after the explosion in the Aeroshuttle Bay ==
Still posted outside the Aeroshuttle Bay. Nothing unusual to report — just the usual hum behind the bulkhead as Engineering and Damage Control do their rounds. I’m stationed near the main junction, close enough to feel the low vibration from the repair units through the floor plates. It’s quiet work, mostly making sure the movement lanes stay clear, logging passes, and keeping unauthorized crew out. Not exciting, but it’s steady. And honestly, steady feels like a blessing right now.
The Captain made it official — the explosion started in the shuttle bay. They’re investigating. She also said Midshipmen Campbell and Bremner were killed in the blast. That part... that landed harder than I thought it would. We all just graduated, you know? There’s this naive little part of you that thinks once you’re out of the Academy, the worst is behind you. But then something like this happens, and it smacks you right out of that illusion.
I didn’t personally know them. Still, I keep picturing their classmates — probably the same year as T’Varen, or scattered out across other ships. We were all chasing the same dream just a few months ago. Hearing names like that over the shipwide... it puts a knot in your stomach. Like someone suddenly flipped the switch from “training” to “real life,” and you weren’t quite ready for it.
The corridors are different now. Quieter. No more rumors flying around — just this heavy silence. Not fear, exactly. More like the sharp awareness that we’re not in a simulation anymore. No safety rails. Just real people, real risks, and no rewinds.
I’m sticking to the routine. Logging everything. Running checks. Following protocols. Partly because it’s what I’m supposed to do — mostly because it gives me something to hold on to. Torres used to say, “Discipline gives fear something to do with its hands.” It sounds like one of those lines you don’t really get until it’s already helping you stand up straighter.
I’ll stay on watch until they tell me otherwise. Keep the perimeter tight. Make sure nothing else slips through the cracks. It’s the least I can do — for Campbell, for Bremner, and for the rest of us still here, trying to keep it together.
Still posted outside the Aeroshuttle Bay. Nothing unusual to report — just the usual hum behind the bulkhead as Engineering and Damage Control do their rounds. I’m stationed near the main junction, close enough to feel the low vibration from the repair units through the floor plates. It’s quiet work, mostly making sure the movement lanes stay clear, logging passes, and keeping unauthorized crew out. Not exciting, but it’s steady. And honestly, steady feels like a blessing right now.
The Captain made it official — the explosion started in the shuttle bay. They’re investigating. She also said Midshipmen Campbell and Bremner were killed in the blast. That part... that landed harder than I thought it would. We all just graduated, you know? There’s this naive little part of you that thinks once you’re out of the Academy, the worst is behind you. But then something like this happens, and it smacks you right out of that illusion.
I didn’t personally know them. Still, I keep picturing their classmates — probably the same year as T’Varen, or scattered out across other ships. We were all chasing the same dream just a few months ago. Hearing names like that over the shipwide... it puts a knot in your stomach. Like someone suddenly flipped the switch from “training” to “real life,” and you weren’t quite ready for it.
The corridors are different now. Quieter. No more rumors flying around — just this heavy silence. Not fear, exactly. More like the sharp awareness that we’re not in a simulation anymore. No safety rails. Just real people, real risks, and no rewinds.
I’m sticking to the routine. Logging everything. Running checks. Following protocols. Partly because it’s what I’m supposed to do — mostly because it gives me something to hold on to. Torres used to say, “Discipline gives fear something to do with its hands.” It sounds like one of those lines you don’t really get until it’s already helping you stand up straighter.
I’ll stay on watch until they tell me otherwise. Keep the perimeter tight. Make sure nothing else slips through the cracks. It’s the least I can do — for Campbell, for Bremner, and for the rest of us still here, trying to keep it together.