January 25th, 2552 Bad seed
Katherine ‘Kat’ James reporting
If I didn’t like Daniel’s before— I’d adore him now. When the ship’s guard brought me before him for breaking curfew, he just looked at them, and then he looked at them some more before shaking his head.
“Gentlemen— we’re on a ship, in space, thousands, maybe millions of light-years from home. Where is she going to go?”
“She’s a pilot, She could fly…”
“She’s a mechanic’s apprentice, who can fly, drive and operate almost every vehicle in the hangar, besides, if she was going to run— would she have cleaned everything? And then there’s that whole “Nowhere to go.”
It went on from them with the guard focused on what a bad seed I am, and Daniels pointing out they were overreacting.
I also learned a very important lesson about the chain of command: rank has its privilege, and being on the good side of the person with said rank helps.