Entry 1
The hum of Phoenix is a lullaby these days. I’ve grown so accustomed to it, sometimes I forget the vastness of the black outside these viewports. Today was all business. Hydra and Mule, bless their sturdy bulkheads, were packed to the gills with a mismatched cargo of hyper-ceramics and nutrient paste. A quick skip to the Kepler-186f colony, a smooth docking, and credits transferred. Felt good, honest work. They’re a friendly bunch there, always up for a trade and a bit of a natter. I even managed to pick up some rare synth-tea which I'm looking forward to brewing. This delivery hustle isn’t glamorous, but it pays the bills and keeps Phoenic flying. It's a start, at least.
Entry 2
Back to the asteroid fields. The familiar cold grip of zero-g, the distant, glinting stars, the rhythmic clang of the mining drones… I find a strange peace in the repetitive process. It's a good feeling to know that I am literally pulling wealth out of the void. Today we were in cylos deep, a dance of precision and patience. The automated drones, guided by my calculations, bored into the rock. The extracted minerals were then shunted to the processing unit, refined and separated. It’s time-consuming and requires constant calibration, but the results are satisfying. The Tanker was waiting patiently, its docking arm extended, ready to slurp up the freshly refined fuel. My little fleet is working like a well-oiled machine, and that feels damn good.
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Entry 3
I spent a good portion of the day reviewing the data I collected from the last mining run . The analysis showed that at least one asteroid contained a higher concentration of rare earths than I had anticipated. I've marked it on my navigation charts. It’s good to feel like I'm getting better at this, learning more of the craft. The frigates, usually quiet, chimed in with minor course corrections; good to know they’re always alert. Hydra and Mule, currently hauling supplies to a frontier station near the Proxima Centauri system, sent back cheerful status reports. I feel a quiet sense of well-being, looking into the vast, empty night and knowing I am building something here, something that's all my own. I have come so far since leaving my home planet. Each cycle, I feel a little more like I'm becoming the person I always hoped I could be.
Entry 4
Another delivery run, this time to a research station orbiting a gas giant. A bit boring but I needed the credits. The scientists seemed more interested in their test tubes than in me, which suited me just fine. I had time to go over the schematics for the new shield modifications I'm planning for Phoenix. I feel as if I am creating such a home for myself in this ship, it needs to be well defended. The Tanker is full and waiting patiently for the next extraction. The whole process of getting the fuel and minerals, and delivering cargo, feels so much more routine, more natural, with time..