| Day –8 / 2025-04-17 18:30 |
Ran weapons check in the bunker. The hum of charging capacitors feels like a war drum. Part of me hates that I miss the battlefield. |
| Day –2 / 2025-04-23 02:15 |
Packed my rifle with a reverence most give to relics. I told myself it’s for protection. Truth is, I want to feel its weight under my shoulder, like certainty in the unknown. |
| Cycle 0 / 2025-04-24 10:56 |
Liftoff slammed me into the seat. My teeth rattled. I closed my eyes and whispered to myself: “No going back.” |
| Cycle 1 / 2025-04-24 11:15 |
Zero-G drills feel effortless compared to this. My boots float off the deck—I punched the wall to keep grounded. |
| Cycle 3 / 2025-04-26 23:10 |
Heard the ducts thump at forty-two seconds. It sounded like a heartbeat. Made me wonder if this ship has a soul. |
| Cycle 5 / 2025-04-28 16:45 |
Quarantined the greenhouse after spore alert. Ava’s eyes filled with hope and fear when I snapped the seal. I wanted to pull her into my arms and promise safety I can’t guarantee. |
| Cycle 7 / 2025-05-01 06:40 |
Drifted into Blind Sector Φ today. Our nav lights blinked red. I felt adrenaline spike—no maps here, only shadows. |
| Cycle 9 / 2025-05-04 03:30 |
Teal dust in the vents glowed under my helmet light. I bagged it and cursed the microgravity that makes it impossible to stomp out. |
| Cycle 12 / 2025-05-07 19:55 |
Ordered corridor sweeps with UV sprayers. Ava rode shotgun with her foam blower. When she laughed at my grim face, my chest ached—hate for the threat, love for her courage. |
| Cycle 15 / 2025-05-10 15:00 |
Volunteered for the exposure trial. That thrill when the spores hit your lungs… fear and exhilaration in the same breath. I laughed through the mask—never felt more alive. |
| Cycle 18 / 2025-05-13 16:50 |
The second-gen inhibitor held for a day and a half. We fought like hell to get here. I slapped Spacy’s console in relief and silence. |
| Cycle 22 / 2025-05-18 20:30 |
Mirrorglass Station shimmered ahead. I gripped Ava’s hand as the shuttle docked—I hate that I need her calm more than I admit. |
| Cycle 25 / 2025-05-21 18:40 |
Re-entry flames pressed the hull like burning iron. I thought of Earth’s scorched skylines—hated that I’d never see them again. |
| Cycle 26 / 2025-05-22 06:55 |
First boots on Zild. The soil felt alive under my soles. I knelt and pressed my palm to the ground, vowing to protect this new world as fiercely as I once defended battle lines. |
