Blog 3

Im gonna miss the Draft.
The Hadfield is disintegrating around me. Black arcs of quantum lightning are melting the ships hull to slag. My spacesuit is screaming seventeen different alarms, the lock on this damn cryogenic pod still wont open, and thats the one thought blaring in my head. Not that I shouldve stayed in my rack and gotten a good nights sleep. Not that I shouldve just ignored the damn distress call and headed back to Aurora Academy. And not that this is a really stupid way to die.
Nope. Looking death right in the face, Tyler Jones, Squad Leader, First Class, is thinking one thing, and one thing only.
Im gonna miss the damn Draft.