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Resolution Field Log
Amara had debated whether or not she should turn this log in to Admiral Pike. Honestly she had not meant it to get so.... personal... but it had. She thought about deleting it and quickly writing another short log on the work she'd done in the cargo bay, but last time she'd done that he'd called her in for a conference. This time, he wanted this log in person. That made it even more nervewracking. Honestly, had she any brains she'd delete the damn thing and write something less... private, more official.
However, she was serious about wanting to make a change. And she felt that putting her anger out there was important to that process. So she had decided to keep the damn log. What was the worst that could happen? Pike decides she's crazy and finally boot her out of the Academy? Or decide the only thing he wanted her around was empty cargo containers? That pretty much seemed to be her current assignment anyway...
And so, with a final sigh, somewhere between defeat and resolution, the Cadet entered the Admiral's office and set the PADD with the dreaded Field Training Log on his desk. She then stood stiffly, waiting for the verdict.
( Field Training Log #4 )
However, she was serious about wanting to make a change. And she felt that putting her anger out there was important to that process. So she had decided to keep the damn log. What was the worst that could happen? Pike decides she's crazy and finally boot her out of the Academy? Or decide the only thing he wanted her around was empty cargo containers? That pretty much seemed to be her current assignment anyway...
And so, with a final sigh, somewhere between defeat and resolution, the Cadet entered the Admiral's office and set the PADD with the dreaded Field Training Log on his desk. She then stood stiffly, waiting for the verdict.
( Field Training Log #4 )
