Ship's Log | To Boldly Go

Well, this all went badly wrong. I guess it's easier to mess up fifth-dimensional travel than I thought.

Seriously, though, I have a question. Probably for you guys with the weird uniforms.

Where's my spaceship? Silver, RW6 model, almost new? See, it's not mine, I kind of borrowed it. My dad's going to be really annoyed if I don't get it back to Lamuella eventually. I could just go search all your cargo bays myself, but that'd take a lot of time and effort, so I'm just asking.

Actually, I have another question. You're human? Really, honestly, homo sapiens from Earth human?

Hi.

I'm afraid I didn't make a very good impression last time around. Can I start over?

My name's Five. Well, that isn't my name, but it's what everyone calls me. I don't know what my parents named me, but I've gone by Cody on Earth.

I was born on the planet Lorien. It was destroyed when I was four years old and we came to Earth as refugees. Our enemies followed us. In my world, there's just been a huge war on Earth and while we won, we lost a lot of people too.

I've done some bad things. It's true. I know it. And it doesn't always feel good. But I have a second chance here, so I'd like to do something to help.

I have some abilities that might be useful? I can fly, high and fast. I'm telekinetic. And I can change my skin into any material I'm touching - metal, wood, whatever.

Is there any type of employment around here that I could do? I've never really done a lot of work before, but I'm willing to try at least.

Not this again.

It's one thing to have your best mate show up, then disappear. It's another thing to have it happen twice. Especially when people you thought were your friends prove worthless.

I'm not certain I'll ever get truly accustomed to living in space, but I believe I am starting to settle in here.

Those of you who come from different worlds, even different earths, I'd like to hear more about them, if you're willing to share.

Hi. I'm Five.

I'm bored and need something to do.

Anyone got work for an untrustworthy murderous traitor who can fly?

At what point does someone actually begin to feel like they're lost in space? Anyone else feel homesick? I mean I shouldn't, I really shouldn't, it's a dream come true being here... but I miss the big city, the web swinging... and weirdly enough the .. villains thrill of everything I used to do.

I feel very much just... average... here, and that's an odd thing. For me. And that's not to be saying I feel like I'm more than just average, or to attack anyone who might feel that way, it's just odd being just Peter here. I feel as if I've lost purpose.

As part of my new duties aboard this ship, I thought I'd reach out to see if there was any interest in support groups. The Traveler Liaison office has been doing an excellent job easing us into this transition, but sometimes there are unforseen issues in adjustment. I'd be happy to facilitate if folks might be interested.

Or if you just need a listening ear, I'm always available.

Edit to Add:

I'll also be starting daily meditation group at 0600 on the observation deck.

Great. Just what I wanted...to be on a starship again.