Log Entry
Chase Walker (Wraith)
Log Number: 67
Subject: Just another day
Its been a week, and things have changed since meeting Shepard and the crew of the Normandy. Everything is just how I remembered it from the game, even the Commander's additude toward how things get done. The crew seem pretty well having me and the girls around, except Miranda, but I'm sure given time the Cerberus lackey will warm up to me.
I heard back from Luke earlier. He and Lia had come out of the Mass Relay and were about three days from linking up with the Migrant Fleet. I told them to becareful and look out for each other.
The girls have done pretty well being on the ship. The crew is happy to have them around, according to Kelly they have given the other crew members a little joy while they work. But mostly I see them with doctor Chakwas, Joker, and even the Commander on occasion. But one point in particular that I find a little perculiar. Emily, I often find her sitting in the bowls of the ship with Jack.
I thought nothing of it at first, been then I noticed my youngest daughter hanging out more and more with my fellow biotic. Another thing that strikes me as odd is that Jack doesn't seem to mind. Hell I have even seen her smile once or twice with Emily around. I guess its a good thing, maybe Emily can help break Jack out of the hard shell that she built around herself.
On the subject of Jack, I've also been hanging around her a little. Sometimes we'll talk in the mess hall about past missions and our skills with biotics. And she seems a little interested in what I could be capable of in a combat situation. We scheduled a little biotic 'duel' of sorts when we have the spare time.
I find myself thinking everytime I write, why do I even write these logs? I guess I have two reasons. The first is that I need to relieve stress, and there are only three ways for me to do that; playing guitar, writing, and fighting, guess I settled for writing...for now. The other reason is...I think its my way of holding onto the real world where I came from. I know its unhealthy, and that now this world is just as real as the world I came from, but something keeps bringing me back to where I came from.
Granted, I couldn't care less about the fucking asshole that was my father. But still, I had some plans with my old life, and often wondered if I made the right choise coming to this universe...
Chase paused in his writing. His omni-tool glowed in the faint light as 'Last Breath' by Creed played in the silent room. He had been lucky to integrate his ipod with his omni-tool on such a perfect level, but he was happy that he had, less the device run out of power perminently. And Chase loved to listen to music when he was on his down time.
He looked across the room at the other bed seeing Athena and Emily curled under the blankets sleeping peacefully. He remembered the words he wrote in his latest journal log and smiled before going back to it.
But in the end, I wouldn't change any of it. My old life is over, its time I started living my new life to the fullest, just like Luke had said.
End Log
He pushed away from his personal terminal and turned off his omni-tool before heading to bed. They would be reaching Illium soon and he would need the rest for the next few missions.
A/N: A short chapter, but I thought that I should cover whats going on inside Chase's head at this point. There might be more logs like this in the future, but I haven't decided where to place them yet.
