Personal Log – 56380.7

Advanced Flight and Research Training grounds. That’s where I’m headed. Probably against my better judgment.

I may not know where it’s going to take me, I just know that I’ll be doing what I love.

I woke up this morning and just knew that it’s what I should do. I have no idea why.

Usually people wouldn’t be starting their assignments for a few weeks or at least after Graduation, Admiral Wilson however wants me at Utopia on Monday.

I broke the news to Spots over lunch, for some reason she was over the moon, I’ll be at the other end of the solar system most of the time whilst she’s stuck in Command School and partying it up all night. I’m just going to miss her, you know?

Apart from that and the gach being a little cold and slow, it wasn’t a bad afternoon. Oh actually I could have sworn I saw that guy in the black leathers watching us again but Lynya just said I was imagining. I probably shouldn’t worry but when she said it, It didn’t look like Lynya, it looked like Taran. That probably sounds crazy but there are times when it isn’t Lynya speaking, it’s Taran, I think she thinks I don’t notice, but there’s just something that changes about her. I know they’re supposed to be one and the same now, but they just not. I don’t know, I’m probably being– oh hey Cortak, how was your—

Spoony just told me that we’re going out tomorrow night for my final blowout, just in case I’m not back for graduation. Sunday night’s an interesting time to do it but hey, needs must. I’m going to be rough on Monday.

This is probably going to be my last Personal Log as a Cadet.

Cadet Dax Hamilton Out.

Personal Log – 56323.19

It’s been a busy couple of weeks.

Finals start next wednesday.

All the professors are on our backs about revising, Professor Ling’ton even gave us all personalised study timetables with all our classes. According to Lynya it’s adorable, according to Cortak, it’s overkill.
Personally, I’m on the fence.

I’m still trying to decide what to do. Should I follow my gut or my dreams?
My gut keeps telling me to go to Command School, with Lynya, but it’d be a dream come true to work at AFRT.

I wish someone would just tell me what to do. I’ve always hated making decisions like this.

Dad says go to CS “dont make the same mistakes I did”, but he isn’t a pilot, he doesn’t know what it’s like.

I was sitting outside in the main quad today, looking over at San Francisco, watching as cadets rushed about, late for class, trying to find what some might call Divine inspiration. It was a beautiful day, barely a cloud in the sky and once everyone was inside, it was just so peaceful, well as peaceful as it ever gets in the Bay area. It just felt good.

I need to get away for a bit, take a week off by myself. Maybe I can borrow a shuttle and fly around the sector for a few days, hell even if I could just spend a couple of days on the destiny. I just need some peace, clear my head.

I’ve still got until the end of may before I have to decide.

I just hope I make the right decision.