Finding Our Place

I'm not sure the rest of the crew or even the other refugees entirely understand this quite yet. Crusades for justice and poking Comorra in the eye probably aren't the best way to go about things... not just yet. We're completely at the whim of this giant sentient station and we have no friends or allies yet in this 'Hiverspace'. So rushing in to save some fool who starts swinging his sword around isn't the best use of our resources or time. Still, everyone else seems quite keen on the idea, so I won't step in their way.

I need allies. I need information, I need to trade and I need to establish a reputation. The crew of the Tharsis are the best team I could ask for even if I had had a chance to hand-pick them before the mission. But we can't go it alone. Although if we had to, Tharsis himself is probably the best ship I could have. He made it across the galaxy on his own, he has years of experience exploring. I've served my time on a starship and only now do I realise how important my training as a quartermaster is going to be. That's probably what's defining my reaction to all of this. Before any unit can fight, it must have it's supply lines secured. And no-one from Our End has that as of yet. Progress is being made, but secured? No. Not yet.

I'm still processing the rest of the 'stuff'. I need to speak with some people, I need some questions answered. I have a certain curiousity about... I mean if this is what it's supposed to be, it's not happening how I was taught. I was taught He was supposed to return someday and lead us. Not that most of us really believed it any more, and those of us who knew about that little prophecy were based on Avalon. I'm Him? I don't feel like Him, I feel like me. But did He feel like Me?

This is going to drive me mad.