My Job, My Life, and the Future (A Turn of Events)

Interstellar Log: October 12, 2179

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 Reader, Reader, hear me speak through my space-gram, hear me for this is the last time it seems I will ever write to you. I am out of a job and should just go back to Glemik, my home planet, much like earth. Though, I can't stop rescue operations on some pity act. EDS Admiral Dresscott, and Cadet Cody need rescuing. The rules, the rules always the rules. Section Q subsection S page 2903 of the EDS training manual states that, " Whom ever is assigned an dishonorable discharged in the EDS corporation shall be held on the ship until next destination where, he or she is responsible for their own." I am scared for my life now, pondering my next moves. It has come to my attention why I have been treated so well, they knew I was going to die, but for me being ranked #3 of the EDS pilots on the ship, I knew they couldn't let me go without a few things. Over the next 2 weeks, I've received some, vodka a little wine, from Sheldon Rice, ranked #23, a servant robot, I call him "SIR", from Anna Holton, rank #41, even an infinite hypercube storage device, from "Mr. Perfect", John Takanakah, rank #1. Here I am, Mekka, the hellhole planet, full of volcanoes and deep river flows, that bubble and spew. GRRRRRRRRUUUUMM! CRAAAACK! BLUBLUBLUBLU! Lightning strikes the air, due to constant atomic particles the rub against each other. KRRRRRRRRRASHHHHHHHHHH! The sounds are horrifying, Marylin, I am sorry. The day has come and I peer out the window and see two red, EDS ships fly and get lost in the thick, black volcanic smoke haze. I knew while they were gone I would die. Alan walked in and told me it was time. "Why do I have to die sir' why?" I told him, tears building up in my eyes. "I'm so sorry Alan. Go to Kjan, return your blaster and follow Lanna to the ship's platform." Alan left, I used the tractor beam of the hypercube and swallowed every last possession. The heat is intense and my hair caught fire. Lanna, Alan, Kjan, and all EDS pilots watch before me. Kjan told me to "jump" in a harsh voice. The trench is deep, pitch-black only a thin thread of magma stood glowing toward the bottom. The rumbling and shaking of the ship triggered a volcano. With a blood wrenching scream, as it seemed I was falling, I pulled myself into the hypercube.  That would of been it reader but, I had other plans. I knew that a hypercube could hold physical objects, why not a living object. Everyone thinks I'm dead, but I'm alive and well. This is my story reader, I travel the universe unknown, in hopes that one day I may get back home. Marylin, my quest is for you, and rules are rules, you just have to find a way to break them, but not get caught. I hope to speak to you again soon, a wanted man, a rule breaker, and a stowaway.

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-Barton
Interstellar End Sequence
C700XX5343Z

Goodbye Old Job

Interstellar Log: August 19,2179

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     I have waited for you reader, my fate is sealed; much like poor Marilyn's fate a year and a few months ago. I've had no contact with Alan, Lanna, the ship's captain, or Kjan, head of the weapons department. Perhaps it's the residue of my rank patch. Though, it seems all is bad, I am dismissed from all training session and don't have to pay a single credit in the cantine. Perhaps, word has gotten out about my informal dismiss. This has given me time to sit by myself, pondering, wondering where will I go, what will I do. A man of 32, no wife or children, should know what he wants to do. I'm here currently writing you looking out into the beauty and tranquility of space. Though it's all beautiful, can kill a man in mere seconds. If there was someway to outdo the wrong in the universe, maybe I wouldn't be complaining every night about this girl. Rules are Rules Darn it! My apologies reader, I should be thinking of my future job. The only problem is that saving people, and bringing them supplies was something I found myself very good at, and in many cases I was awarded. As the ship (Intergalactic Space Craft Carrier named, "Star's Dust") cruises the cosmos, I wish upon a few stars. All the way I was unsure about what will happen to me once we reach the planet Mekka( Rescue mission to save EDS Admiral Dresscott, and Cadet Cody after volcanic lava flow destroyed their vehicles and equipment.) Will they toss me into the jet black gorges. Suffocate me by the planet's vaporous fumes? Watch me burn in the lava flows?  All this way I finally feel how dear Marylin felt moments before her death. Somehow reader, it feels like I deserved to die, but part of me is saying, that I don't and won't. As long as I am alive I will continue to write about my encounters in the universe, and try to answer my questions about Marylin.

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-Barton
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Old Beginnings

Interstellar Log: August 18,2179

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    It has been a week and a few days now, reader. As you can see, work on the station has been slow lately. I managed to take the time and rummage through some old legal documents, as orders called for such measures. An inspection was took on my EDS space ship. After inspection pass, all  pilots must fill out, what is called a "universal survey". I have not the slightest clue why.  It consists of a few boxes and rows of words and lines, most questions are personal, age, race, height, that sort of thing. "Barton!" I hear my name and quickly turned to face the head of EDS regulations officer, Alan Woodberry. He was disappointed, if only you'd been there reader. Alan is man of only 5' 7" at the most, pale, hairy skin and green eyes that many seem to get lost in glance with. As a force of habit I jumped to my feet, saluting and screaming "Yes Sir!" I was a little, concerned he was a little man, with a big punch. "Barton, I want you in my office, now!" What could this be about? I was frozen solid, but loosened up a little, "Sir, What is it?" I followed him into his office, the sensor door swooping open and then abruptly air-locking shut, with a "SHOOOSH!" "Oh Marylin, I'm so sorry." "Barton, what is this!" Alan spoke in a stern voice, I remained calm as it was best I did. Alan told his room to play some sort of simulation, "Computer replay simulation XX151-Y." Something was oddly familiar about the name "XX151-Y". The room began to shutter, disrupt, and turn static as the familiar scene played, the moment when all hell breaks loose, when you can't do a thing to stop it. Even after a year and a few months it still disgusts me to the point of suicide, but what would that prove. The stowaway hardly even an adult let alone a kid, now I was being punished for it. The hologram stopped when the airlock opened, it's a security fail-safe to investigate doomed ships. "Barton!" I raised my head high and proud, I knew what was coming. I heard the tearing sound and the force of the tug on my right arm. I was dismissed of rank, for protecting a stowaway. Let this be a lesson to you "EDS Bar... Barton." And let this be a lesson to you to reader, whatever goes around comes around, much like karma, but I really didn't see what was wrong.  I hope to the stars that I may find some work now. Goodbye, for now reader, I'll write to you again very soon.

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           -Barton
          Interstellar Log: End Sequence F22W-XXM

Hello Reader My Name's Barton, The Beginning

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Interstellar Log: August 7,2179
    It's been one long, tragic year. That girl, what was her name? Marilyn, how could I forget. Such a beautiful and young child. Was hardly 18 years of age and what a life cut short. How innocent how perfect, she didn't want to harm anyone and I was fully aware of that. She was a child not hardly an adult at all. She was still learning many things about life, but her biggest lesson soon came. I didn't want her dead, I called in to just about anyone's professional assistance, no one could do a thing. Why, I ask myself, every day, night and evening. The EDS was very small, currently being refueled as I write, and in fact to small for two even is the other is 100 pounds or so, or it would be thrown off course. This breaks my heart, more than anything, I promised this young girl that she may write a note to Gerry, a worker on the planet Woden. By some odd miracle, I contacted Gerry, for the last time. Marilyn, pronounced her goodbyes, and poured out her love for him. I buried my head wiping my hot tears away. The fuzzy static messed up the communication, Gerry was gone verbally but, Marilyn soon spiritually. I dare to describe the airlock. I killed a living being, one could say I was an old man shifting toward my seat and controls. I'm, so so sorry Marilyn, but rules are rules... Here I am reader, a year and a few months later, my adventures will never end,  and this was the start of it all.

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         -Barton
     Interstellar Log End: Sequence X12AS51