Galactic Holotapes
Galactic Holotapes
Premise:
Author's Note:In this collection, you will find Captain transmissions from Ms. Isabella Cardona, a recent graduate on her first flight. These are written as spoken diary entries.
Please enjoy the following work of fiction. I'll do my best to continue this story for as long as I have muse for it,
Galactic Holotapes
Captain’s Log - Transmission #1
Isabella Cardona - Captain’s license #663498
Oh my! I’m so excited. Today’s the day! I get to start my very first solo flight since graduating from the academy last month! Eeee! I can’t wait! I barely got any rest, though, my mind reeling through the potential this mission will have. It’s a solo, so nothing too excruciating. But still! I’ve been dreaming of this day for ages!
I’ve already been briefed about the nature of this mission yesterday. I am to travel to the planet, Saltus, specifically to the city, Edonia. There is a mission there to help the city’s governor by relaying news from the admirals in the Galactic Empire. It’s meant to be all hush-hush. That’s probably why they’re okay sending a relatively new captain on her first trip. It is less conspicuous. At least, I hope so. I don’t think there’s anything about me that shouts sensitive information! I guess that may be why they don’t want to use formal channels.
My parents are so proud of my first mission. I am, too, of course! Even my robotic dog, Ginger, is too. She’s so loving and cuddly! I’m just glad the Empire was fine with me bringing her. I know pets aren’t always welcome on these flights. She’s been a good girl, so far, though. She has been cuddling with me for most of the flight, not that I mind, of course!
Well, I must sign off for now. As my instructors constantly reminded my whole class … be safe while you’re flying and don’t distract yourself. I’m pretty sure recording a log counts as being distracted.
Bye for now!
May the light bless your sight.
Isabella
Galactic Holotapes
Captain’s Log - Transmission #2
Isabella Cardona - Captain’s license #663498
*Loud mumbling can be heard in the first few moments of recording, followed by multiple choice swearwords and heavy breathing*
Gingersnaps!
I’m losing altitude. Oh my, this is no good. I … ugh, I hate to admit it, I’m panicking. When I learned to fly at the academy, I was consistently praised for my cool and calm behavior in the various simulations and drills. But … I’ve learned something very important. Oh, so very important. A lesson that you cannot learn at the Academy, at least not until you graduate.
Simulations are not the same as real-life flying a spaceship.
I know, I know, I know. I should’ve known that. I do know that. I knew that while I was at the Academy.
But, there is a difference! Sitting all comfy and cozy in simulations and classrooms is one thing. It is another thing when you’re sitting in the cockpit with flashing red lights and the constant buzzing of mechanical failure.
Oh my! I can see the ground fastly approaching.
Goddess of light, please bless me with your strength. Please -
*The recording cuts off, as a loud crash can be heard, before abruptly ending the transmission.*