Day 1: This is the start of Officer Rigbee's journey with the crew of the 'Wreckage', an Octan freighter SHIP. For a start, this is my first ever mission after the several years of training I have had, and, to say the least, I'm nervous, but I can rest assured that the crew I am with will keep me safe. Well, at least I think they'll keep me safe.
The crew consists of 6 people, myself included. Bill and Jeff are the first I was introduced to. They're basically jacks of all trades, with no expertise in really anything. They're a bit of a fun pair of people, and probably the ones I'll stick around with on the ship, seeing as they could always do with a helping hand.
There's also Spencer, the pilot. He is 'slightly' energetic, and definitely seems to jump to conclusions, but I shouldn't really judge a book by their cover, I'm sure they're a nice guy on the inside. He apparently is one of the best pilots on this station, but that's just a rumor. They wouldn't put such a good pilot on this mission, would they?
As well as that lot, pearl is another of the crew. She is the technician, comms, and hacker. The last one shouldn't be needed, but at least she has it, incase we ever get in a sticky situation. She's been quite passive aggressive to me, so I think that she'll have to be avoided for the time being. Maybe later on she'll talk to me a bit more?
Last, but not least, we have the captain, Christi. Being the captain, she is extremely neutral to anything and everything. Orders are here only thoughts, and does not care about the crew's lives over the mission at -
Jeff: Hey hey hey! What's this you're writing, Rigbee?
Bill: Looks like some sort of fan fiction to me
Rigbee: Huh? No, no, this isn't fan fiction, it's the uh Mission Log. Uh, yeah. Can I please continue?
Jeff: You're writing a Mission Log?
Rigbee: Yeah, they said that uh this is what we should do in training.
Bill: Sorry to break it to you kiddo, but no one does those. They're useless
Rigbee: But don't the admirals need to see one after a mission?
Bill: They couldn't give one shit about this kinda stuff kiddo
Jeff: Yeah, I haven't seen one being written since.... forever! I've never seen one being written!
Rigbee: Well, I still think it might umm still be useful. I mean, won't it uh help us?
Jeff: What would be useful would be if you could help us with these boxes
Rigbee: I mean, I'm not that strong
Bill: Well, we're leaving in a bit, so you're gonna have to come anyway
Rigbee: Hey uh, I have a question
Bill: Go on kid.
Rigbee: What's in these boxes?
Jeff: we don't know
Rigbee: Not even a single clue?
Jeff: All we know is that it's rich people's stuff. We just need to deliver it and that's that.
Rigbee: What sort of stuff?
Bill: It could be anything, kid.
Rigbee: Even a weapon?
Bill: Possibly
Rigbee: What if it was a bomb? Would they care? What would they do?
Jeff: Nothing. The man would get the money, and we'd be a minor inconvinience.
Rigbee: That seems... unethical.
Jeff: 'Your product comes before all else, even our workers'
Rigbee: Huh?
Jeff: That's the unofficial motto of Octan. We're nothing to them
Bill: Enough of the chit chat, get on the ship.
Rigbee: There's not gonna be a bomb on this, right?
Bill: You never know.
