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What you are about to read is a complete compilation of transcribed video material and personal journal essays taken from the Starship Union. The compilation team has strived to ensure accuracy of all material taken, and has been arranged in the most likely chronological manner, from the departure of the Starship Union to its docking at Jupiter Station Alpha. The following video transcriptions and personal entries may include disturbing descriptions. Proceed with caution. The compilations have been divided into chapters for easier reading.
I’ve never written a journal before, but my mate invited me on this… well, I’m not exactly sure what to call this. A holiday? A trip? Doesn’t really matter, does it? But the bloke who’s running this thing handed out journals, and asked me (and presumably the rest of us) to write a journal for some reason, and I’ve no clue what I’m doing.
Well, okay. I’m sitting on board a spaceship or shuttle or something right now with about 10 or 12 others, one of which is my good friend that invited me on here. I know… a handful of the other guys from gigging around back in the day, some of whom are also friends. But the rest I’m not really familiar with. A lot of them don’t seem to get on very well. But what do I know? I can’t stand
my
bandmates either sometimes. Should I mention this is all one band? Well, except for me, that is. I’ll get to that in a moment though, I guess. Some of the blokes I know in this band offered the spot of keyboardist to me back in the 70s, but I turned them down, and yet I’m here anyway. Can’t seem to escape them!
I believe lift-off was about an hour, maybe an hour and a half ago? To be honest, I wasn’t paying too much attention to the time. I got to the dock with my mate, Rick, after we went out to get curry, and when we got there, there was already an altercation going on between two of my other mates in the band. Well, okay, I’m only really friends with
one
of them; the other guy is kinda…off. Anyway, I don’t think they were throwing punches, or at least not
yet
, but they were getting quite close to it. And one of ‘em is a BIG bloke, too. Six-foot-four, to use American, and at least eighteen stone. Usually he's a very laid-back guy and I’ve known him for
years
. Decades, actually. I of course asked Rick what was going on between those two, ‘cause it was pretty out of character for either of them, and he told me that Tony (the smaller bloke, and the one I’m not as friendly with) was apparently shagging Chris’s (that’s the big guy) stepdaughter or something.
I don’t believe I said much to that, maybe just an “oh” of some kind, and just watched the two of them get into it. I reckon they were eventually separated, and I’m fairly certain Tony isn’t onboard right now. Or, at least I haven’t seen him since the altercation. Could be wrong, though. But apparently,
I’m
not supposed to be here either. Once they were separated, I got all sorts of strange looks. Rick, bless him, just invited me on this thing without telling any of his bandmates, which is a typical thing for him to do. It’s funny, maybe because I know a couple of them; they didn’t even check me on board. Not my bags, not me, nothing, which is lucky considering I brought a couple knives with me for some stage antics. Apparently they’re performing at the end of this trip, and I wanted to be prepared. I mean, I would never do
anything
with them, but you’d still think they’d check.
When Rick was bombarded with questions about “why did you bring him here?” and “whatcha got there, Rick?” , the facetious bastard said, “Oh, I didn’t realize my curry was a boy! Hello, Mr. Curry!” and “Oh, just some curry!” completely ignoring the fact they were obviously asking about me. I practically could’ve shrank behind him! Thanks for the embarrassment, Rick!
So, yeah. I’m in space, which is probably the craziest thing I’ve done so far. Some may argue otherwise. I’m not exactly
liking
it up here though. I’m not sure why I agreed to this in the first place. Maybe the thrill of it? I can think on that later, I suppose. I think I’m going to go with Rick to say hello to a few of the other people I know, maybe introduce myself to those that I don’t, and try not to die from awkwardness. I also want to find out what exactly is going on here, because the mood still seems very tense. Nobody’s really been speaking to each other, and I think there’s about 11 or 12 of us in total. I mean, it’s quiet, and it just feels
off
. That might just be my nerves from being snuck on a spaceship though. Whatever. Rick seems to be reading over my shoulder and pulling me along somewhere, so I think I’ll leave it
(compiler’s note: a note in another script that says “Is that a pun?” and a response that says “dammit”)
.