August 9th, 1961 USS Constant Captain's Log
August 9th, 1961 Captain’s Log:
It was very quiet, and one of the ship’s engineers figured out a way into the gray fog without being detected. Everyone of my senior officers had volunteered to take on and head the mission. I knew it would be a dangerous attack and destroy mission, but it had to be done. If we fail the mission, it’s going to make the aliens a whole lot less eager to negotiate about anything. I had to weigh out the chances of success against the rewards of failure. Of course, they will be rewarded with our failure. Against my better judgement, I had decided that the mission needed to proceed.
"Sir?" interjected my second in command. "I am the perfect candidate for this mission. I have been trained by special forces and the small window of hope lies within my ability to get this mission done."
"I agree, you will head the mission. You will be in charge. You’ll be accompanied by
First Mate Webb, Security Chief Brooks. And please..please come back safely."
My second in command inclined his head. "Thank you, sir. We’ll do our best."
"I hope that’s good enough."
My second in command grimaced.
The officers who were not chosen started clattering and making their voices heard. My second in command held up his hand for silence. He hadn’t expected such a turnout of officers willing to give up their lives for a chance to defeat the aliens.
"Thank you so much," he started. " I’m certain that our captain is so gratified to see how highly you think of The USS Constant, and her crew that you’re willing to risk your lives to defend her. I applaud your actions, but he has made his decision. And all this bickering ends now. Am I clear?"
The crew grumbled, but they understood.
I had to go over a few things with my second in command so we started off to the captain’s office. Once we were alone, facing each other across my polished mahogany desk, my second in command leaned back in his chair. His green eyes gleamed beneath his light feathery brows.
"I might lose a second in command," I said.
"I thought you wanted me to go on this mission?"
"I do, I just want you to know that the odds of you not returning are great. I need you to fully understand that."
"Captain, if I die," he stopped briefly to collect his thoughts. "I will take a lot of them with me. I’m not going to die alone."
I nodded very slowly.
"I’m ready sir."
"Come back alive," I said softly.
"I’ll try," he replied evenly. "I’ll try."
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