January 21st, 2552 Trust
Pilot Mechanic Katherine ‘Kat’ James Reporting
It’s been over a week since it was discovered that there had been no sabotage, that no one was to blame for what happened onboard the Twilight of the Gods, but I’m still running into people on my own crew who haven’t heard— or have just chosen to ignore the fact that suspicion was just that.
I was bringing Dr. Takahashi, the ship’s medical officer, his lunch when three hyenas started circling.
“What are you doing here, Con?” one of the crewmen hissed with a sneer. The sound sent a chill up my spine.
“Who are you trying to kill?” another demanded.
“This area is restricted.”
I took a deep breath, knowing that telling him that I had been in that area six days ago checking for leaks wasn’t going to help here.
I went for oblivious to the threat. It’s worked for me so far.
“I’m bringing Doctor Takahashi his lunch. The commissary sent me when Mrs. Roberts noticed that he hadn’t been down since breakfast.”
They stared daggers at me and one of them towered over me, trying to intimidate me. The towering over was easy, I’m like 165 cm. Intimidating me— well, yeah, but if I didn’t get the Doc’ his food, I’d have to answer to Mrs. Roberts and she scares me a hell of a lot more than three bored sailors.
“I got my eye on you, con!” He added as they walked by.
Fine- everybody else does, why not you?
You know, I’m supposed to trust these guys with my life, and they can’t even keep up to date on the news…