Entry Number 050603A
[Battery lowering drastically. Please insert charger in datapad.]
What? Oh, yeah, I forgot this thing works on batteries. Maybe I should upgrade to the ones that work on star energy when they make the new delivery. And it's getting late, no wonder the datapad stopped working. My father is still working on some reports in the living room, I can see him from here. The light was still shining over his head and I could feel cigarette smoke from here. Speaking of my father-
"Vestar is that my datapad? I heard it from here, what are you doing with it?"
That's why it went down so bad. He'd wrecked it more times than I can count and me mistaking it for my own was only because I was tired from running around all day and didn't notice the missing stickers on the back.
"Yeah, I took it to write down some notes and I didn't realize it's not mine. I'll give it back, just-"
"Logs don't work unless you restart the datapad. Try restarting it and then saving, then put it on the charger."
I sighed and nodded, scrolling through the contents of his pad. It was unorganized and stuffed, there was barely any memory left inside it. I scrolled through the files to find the 'Settings' option, furrowing my brows. Files with only dates written in them, some documents I couldn't understand in strange text and files of I.D's of officers and cadets that worked around the Finalizer. I rubbed my eyes as I searched for any empty spot to save this log, then restart the pad, and then transfer the saved log onto my pad which, I realized was lying on my desk just a few feet away from me already fully charged. I went down to the end of the Storage and got only more confused, opening seemingly empty folders and finding thousands of documents.
"Why do you have a file on Kylo Ren?"
"It's private and I need it. Blackmail for future."
I looked up and stared at the back of his head as he put out the cigarette in the ash tray, nodding to myself. I didn't open the file, in case it was something the droids couldn't wipe from my long-term memory.
"What about this? 'Galaxy 549-A'? Can I store it there?"
"No, that's my graduation thesis from the Academy. It's a relic and I almost got a perfect score on it."
I browsed through the pictures, even read some of the document about the various planet that circled this yellow dwarf. He had focused on one particular, a small planet that didn't even compare to the size of Arkanis, which seemed habitable.
"I suppose your thesis was on the planet with the water?"
"It's the furthest Galaxy observable from us. Took me months of work to get clear pictures of it, and even then my work isn't appreciated. I've been trying to send a fleet to scope it out, see it's territory, but I didn't get the favour from Snoke back when he was alive. I don't plan on asking Ren for permission to send my men on an escapade to another galaxy. Not until the Resistance is still at our feet."
"Is there life on it?" I asked, exiting the file.
"Not quite sure, no one is. The reason I didn't get perfect marks on it was because I claimed there was, it's orbiting a star and seems to have an Arkanis like habitat. A few ozone spots in the pictures stopped me from getting that thesis with the top grade. I still passed with a commendation."
I nodded and opened up an empty file which this time was actually empty, sighing in relief. I wasn't sure if the planet had any life on it but I wouldn't rush to find out. It would take atleast 100 light speed jumps to get there before the crew dies of old age or starvation. Nonetheless, the rest of the log I'll be saving in my own datapad, while this one stays here until I restart it.
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[Welcome to Parahaven 2000, the technology of the future.]
[Current battery status: 0.43%, charging]
[Logs to share: 1]
[Memory left: 78993 GG]
[Would you like to share the log?]
What? Oh, yeah, I forgot this thing works on batteries. Maybe I should upgrade to the ones that work on star energy when they make the new delivery. And it's getting late, no wonder the datapad stopped working. My father is still working on some reports in the living room, I can see him from here. The light was still shining over his head and I could feel cigarette smoke from here. Speaking of my father-
"Vestar is that my datapad? I heard it from here, what are you doing with it?"
That's why it went down so bad. He'd wrecked it more times than I can count and me mistaking it for my own was only because I was tired from running around all day and didn't notice the missing stickers on the back.
"Yeah, I took it to write down some notes and I didn't realize it's not mine. I'll give it back, just-"
"Logs don't work unless you restart the datapad. Try restarting it and then saving, then put it on the charger."
I sighed and nodded, scrolling through the contents of his pad. It was unorganized and stuffed, there was barely any memory left inside it. I scrolled through the files to find the 'Settings' option, furrowing my brows. Files with only dates written in them, some documents I couldn't understand in strange text and files of I.D's of officers and cadets that worked around the Finalizer. I rubbed my eyes as I searched for any empty spot to save this log, then restart the pad, and then transfer the saved log onto my pad which, I realized was lying on my desk just a few feet away from me already fully charged. I went down to the end of the Storage and got only more confused, opening seemingly empty folders and finding thousands of documents.
"Why do you have a file on Kylo Ren?"
"It's private and I need it. Blackmail for future."
I looked up and stared at the back of his head as he put out the cigarette in the ash tray, nodding to myself. I didn't open the file, in case it was something the droids couldn't wipe from my long-term memory.
"What about this? 'Galaxy 549-A'? Can I store it there?"
"No, that's my graduation thesis from the Academy. It's a relic and I almost got a perfect score on it."
I browsed through the pictures, even read some of the document about the various planet that circled this yellow dwarf. He had focused on one particular, a small planet that didn't even compare to the size of Arkanis, which seemed habitable.
"I suppose your thesis was on the planet with the water?"
"It's the furthest Galaxy observable from us. Took me months of work to get clear pictures of it, and even then my work isn't appreciated. I've been trying to send a fleet to scope it out, see it's territory, but I didn't get the favour from Snoke back when he was alive. I don't plan on asking Ren for permission to send my men on an escapade to another galaxy. Not until the Resistance is still at our feet."
"Is there life on it?" I asked, exiting the file.
"Not quite sure, no one is. The reason I didn't get perfect marks on it was because I claimed there was, it's orbiting a star and seems to have an Arkanis like habitat. A few ozone spots in the pictures stopped me from getting that thesis with the top grade. I still passed with a commendation."
I nodded and opened up an empty file which this time was actually empty, sighing in relief. I wasn't sure if the planet had any life on it but I wouldn't rush to find out. It would take atleast 100 light speed jumps to get there before the crew dies of old age or starvation. Nonetheless, the rest of the log I'll be saving in my own datapad, while this one stays here until I restart it.
- - - - -
[Welcome to Parahaven 2000, the technology of the future.]
[Current battery status: 0.43%, charging]
[Logs to share: 1]
[Memory left: 78993 GG]
[Would you like to share the log?]