Awakened to the Madhouse.

I awoke two days ago. And I think I would have preferred to stay asleep to be honest. But... I'm the Commander of this little rag-tag crew and they're depending on me. Let me give you the rundown.

Tharsis

The only sentient starship I've /ever/ heard about, and I mean really sentient, not like Basil we had on the Versailles though maybe at a casual glance nobody would notice the difference. He's our host though fortunately he was press-ganged into the Union Fleet prior to this mission, so technically he's my subordinate. Helps just in terms of keeping things organised.

Erik Loken

I've known him since my time on the Versailles. Technically my XO, but he's young and yet to grow into that role. He's quiet, but one hell of a pilot.

The Doc

Allegedly an MD I think, specialising in cybernetics or something, but she seems to have a half-decent head on her and pretty good in at least a few other non-medical fields. I've heard her and Tharsis talking advanced physics.

Sirias

One of mine, again I've known her since the Versailles, and she's learning about the Grigorians, since her Father was one. She's a feisty ex-stripper and takes watching my back pretty damned serious. She was also Chief of Security on the Versailles, and I let her handle that stuff on the Tharsis too.

Lildrina

Quiet engineer, or at least she's quiet around me. She tends to hang out in Engineering on her ownsome mostly. Again, at least when I'm around.

The crew's been together the best part of a month, we'd been thrown together to poke the Rift at the behest of Union Fleet Command. And we should be grateful, it seems very few others from what I now refer to as 'My End' survived.

We've all lost people, it seems a few others from 'My End' survived. Been flung back here to the 2650s. Maybe a few others did, maybe everyone and everything did, just thrown around the space-time continuum willy-nilly. I don't know. I just know everything's gone. I suppose it's sort of fortunate my Mom died a couple of months ago, at least I was already dealing with that. But everyone and everything else is gone, from my brothers, to Majors. I don't think I've fully digested this yet. I don't think I've fully digested much of anything.

Oh and The Guardian popped in for tea last night with some other guy, a baby Tux who's a thousand years old actually though I never knew it. He was just Tux or Cat and he was always there, from when I was growing up. And according to a crazy nut of a girl, Mr Pia and a random DNA test, I'm the Founder Reincarnated. I felt like fainting again as I wrote that. I don't know I have a lot of thinking and digesting to do and my body's still in recovery from my little solo-time jaunt.

It's too much. But I'm the Commander, I'm the Founder. Too many people are counting on me.

Pull it together Sam. I will... but not right now.