January 12th, 2552 Crew Review
Convict 237 reporting for duty
I’m learning a lot more about the interplay between the Deep Space Exploration Agency, the Confed Military and the Justice department conscription committee, or more to the point, the lack thereof.
It turns out that the majority of the crew was handpicked by the mission commanders. While the crew was carefully selected for skill and group dynamics, and the Einherjar were chosen from the military’s top volunteers, the conscriptees were dropped off about twenty minutes before launch.
I guess it was just a matter of time before this all came to a head, and the explosion on the Twilight is looking less and less like an accident. Let’s face it when something goes wrong, the first group of suspects are the convicted criminals. It was only a matter of time before a tribunal was held and our cases were reviewed.
Security seemed to take their cues from the captain and of course, in the interest of safety, we were brought in individually, under guard… in chains.
The tribunal put up a good front of fairness, but it was clear that the trustees were always going to be the prime suspects in anything that happened in the fleet.
Even our own Captain tried to impress us with an odd combination of magnanimous godling, but what I got was ‘I don’t know you, I don’t want to know you and I don’t want you blowing up my ship.”
I don’t want my ship blowing up either- it tends to cut down on the whole ‘long life’ thing I was hoping for.
I can’t really blame him. He’s got a lot of lives riding on his decisions but I spent the better part of my day yesterday hauling repair crews and supplies to the Twilight and delivering the injured back to the Valkyrie’s View.
I may be a convicted murderer but I’m not into killing people.
As it is, we’re all on a much shorter leash until he has had a chance to evaluate us personally.