Eagle Two

Personal Log: Captain Lee Crowe

Week Twenty Eight

There are ten ships left. We started out as a third wave of three hundred vessels that left Earth and Moon docks, met up and became one armada. I had not even been aware there had been other waves before us: Something I found out after the fact. We had thought we were sneaking off our dying world, and somehow avoiding capture: Also untrue. We were allowed to escape, all launches were left alone. The others still in launch control, others like us, knew it was over and they sat back and let as many of us as could get out.

We have had no contact with the other waves so we have no idea if they succeeded or not, where they went, how many remain. Star travel has become so routine that you would think there would be no doubts at all about making it from one galaxy to the next given galaxy: Easy; and it would be except someone had sabotaged those ships: Two hundred and ninety ships blown to pieces. Upwards of a thousand people on some of them: Maybe more, no one knows how overcrowded some of them may have been.

Maybe the same had happened to the first and second waves as well. Maybe that is why we have heard nothing from them, yet we have encountered no debris. That in and of itself meant little though: Who is to say we are following their course?

Nia has settled in with the babes; I have taken to watching them when she is on. We have no contact with our sister ship Eagle One. Our security officer Tom is unsure when she had cast off and who had manned her when she did. He only knows she had been gone when we left, and by that time communications had nearly completely broken down and so there had been no practical way to find out. Eagle Two had already been preloaded for another colony drop along with several dozen other contractual drops along the way, none of which we would be able to fulfill as we were headed out of the system, and so the contracts bound for Mars One; Twenty Seven and IO would have to remain with us until we arrived somewhere safe… Somewhere that had not been destroyed.

We would have only been responsible for dropping all of the shipments at Twenty Seven, they would be distributed via intra cruisers from there, but the news from Twenty Seven had stopped cold the third day out and so we had made the decision to alter course and follow the other ships out of the galaxy.

Up until three weeks ago we could still pick up radio waves from home: For some reason they have stopped, but we learned a great deal from what we did hear.

Nearly the entire Fed hierarchy is missing or unaccounted for: Another quarter of those remaining have been murdered or executed by various factions that remain in power; sometimes for less than a day, at the most three or four. Those that are left are casting blame in a wide net. Many say the other half were in the three known waves that escaped the planet: If that is so I have not heard any news concerning them: There are certainly none on Eagle Two.

There was an interim government, or so the radios proclaimed: Things were running. People housed, fed, normalcy being returned via hard rule, but the facade wasn't believable if you listened more than a short minute. The late, late night broadcasts laid out the real facts: Riots, millions dead, the rivers were lower every day; the planet colder: The oxygen content less each day. All the vegetation: Trees, Crops had gone into winter mode because of the loss of heat. Food shortages, mass suicides: Denunciation of the old Fed government and even well wishes for those of us who had safely escaped and could hear them...

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