Reflections Enroute to Obsidian Command

Posted on 04 Oct 2024 @ 8:31pm by Lieutenant Commander Dresden Cage
Edited on 04 Oct 2024 @ 8:35pm

464 words; about a 2 minute read

Location: En route to Obsidian Command on Passenger Transport Shuttle Nebula Runner

I’ve never been one for long goodbyes, but leaving San Francisco this morning felt different. It wasn’t just about leaving the city—it was about leaving behind an entire chapter of my life. I suppose that’s what happens when you’ve spent years somewhere, building connections, memories, routines. But today, I closed that door, both literally and figuratively.

The shuttle ride has been uneventful so far, which is both a relief and a source of unease. There’s always something lurking at the edges of my mind these days, especially after everything that happened with Commander Lake. It’s hard to feel at ease knowing that there’s an unresolved piece of the past still out there. And then there’s the weight of this new role. Chief of Security at Obsidian Command. Thousands of lives on my watch, a sprawling station with its own set of dangers, politics, and mysteries.

I’ve been going through the station’s security logs and personnel files on the way. Trying to get a handle on what I’m stepping into. It’s a habit I’ve picked up over the years—familiarize yourself with the people and the situation before you arrive. But as much as I read, it still feels like I’m stepping into the unknown.

What’s odd is that I can’t shake this feeling of being on edge. It started as soon as I boarded the shuttle. Maybe it’s the nature of the job, or maybe it’s just my subconscious warning me about something I can’t quite see yet. But I haven’t felt this off in a long time.

And then there was the dream. I was reviewing the files, and before I knew it, I had dozed off. The dream felt so real. The shuttle crashing onto an unknown planet, nightmarish creatures stalking the ruins of a city on fire. I can still smell the smoke, feel the heat of those flames licking at my skin. The creatures—horrific, twisted things. And just when I thought it was over, when I thought I was about to die, Lake appeared. Calm as ever. Like none of it mattered. She told me I’d lost. That I’d failed. It was so vivid, so haunting, that I woke up in a cold sweat, convinced I was still living it.

But it was just a dream. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself. Still, something about it felt too real to ignore.

Whatever Obsidian Command throws my way, I need to be ready.

The past is behind me, and it’s time to focus on the future. Whatever it holds.

End Log

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