I dreamt I stood on the bridge trying to chart a course, but my inner compass spun and spun, unable to settle, unable to align, and I’d wake up in a cold sweat to the sound of my own voice chanting the only words that had ever brought me any guarantee of clarity: north, east, south, west. I remembered the lesson the same way I remembered my first whiff of hydrogen sulfide: bitter, rotten, the poisonous truth beneath the fragile crust of logic that sustained everything I knew. Or rather, true north existed, so long as we bore in mind that the exact location shifted with the poles. This was the first thing they taught us about navigation in Fleet Preparatory Academy. These mindless, ravenous sacs will outlast us all.
The toxins from the algae alone could end us if they get into the drinking water, and while Rose has kept us clear of the worst of it, the crew misses sunlight. Increased blooms have kept us subbed more than usual to spare the filters. Josephine Comita, Admiral of Polaris Station “As we mourn our losses and celebrate our victory, remember what we fought to protect: the Archipelago is all that stands between humanity and anarchy, and those who would see us fall would do well to remember that we carry the seeds of civilization in our holds.” Milo Korevich, Representative of Orion Station This victory belongs to all citizens of the Archipelago, and we now declare the official end to the Stillwater Mutiny.”
Today that threat was once again held at bay. Any threat to the stability of our great experiment is a threat to our very survival, not just as a nation, but as a species. “It is with great satisfaction that we give the council the report that the mutineer, Miranda Stillwater, was summarily executed this evening in accordance with statute 617A of Archipelago Naval Law.
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