Mass Effect

Journal of an Adventure through Space

Kane Corr

Alliance Marine / Black Ops Division

Log: 2

Day One

Near Jupiter

So, there's been a bit of a problem. Apparently the civilian freighter is experiencing 'technical difficulties.' We were engaged in FTL, when all of a sudden, Alteris dropped out of contact. Luckily, we have the Smith twins piloting our ship. They disengaged from FTL, and then they reestablished communications with the freighters' crew in under half an hour. All is well.

Except Maguire is bugging the hell out of me right now.

He asked me all sorts of stupid questions.

'What if it's the Turians? Could they have turned on us? Could it be like First Contact all over again? How can we stand up to them? Are we prepared for this?'

I swear to God, if I have to put up with this guy any longer then I'm going to shoot someone. I mean, not really. But I might as well. Who says this kind of stuff? Let me answer that. No one. At least, no one who's normal and has a decent head on their shoulders.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only sane guy here. Of course, that's a bit of an exaggeration. There are some really sharp people in our crew. But then there are the handful of people who can't even think straight.

Take Fenix for example. This dude is 6'5"—easily the tallest in our squad. He's an animal. But he constantly thinks about killing things. Like, all the damn time. It's even all he ever talks about. Then there's Rivera—a woman. She's probably the toughest soldier we have. You look at her the wrong way and she'll tear you a new hole.

Then, there are the quiet people. The Smith twins keep to themselves for the most part. Carlson is pretty cool and collected. So is Vasquez. And Diaz. But they can get rowdy when they're together. Then again, so does everyone at some point.

I can go on and on with my analysis of the crew. Really, I can. But it'd probably take me a year to peg everything down. I'd have like ten volumes written if I tried.

When I really think about it though…they're not that bad. In fact, they're the closest thing I have to family now. I bled with these guys. Cried with these guys. And if I'm lucky, then in some twisted kind of way…I'll die with them too.

I just plan on doing that some other time—like when I'm old and gray and shitting five times a morning.

Speaking of time…it's lights out. We'll be hitting the Relay in a couple of hours.

Goodnight.

Kane out…