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Chapter 9

Mother Confessor:

I have no idea why I suddenly felt the need to feel distaste towards the commander, but I could not help myself. It felt bizarre to have such an experience. Yet there was no way for me to control my actions. I cannot have any ill will towards a stranger that I do not even know, and yet I do. Makes no since to me as of yet, maybe there is an explanation to this feeling. Afraid this is new and unfamiliar to me. Disrobing before the clinical personnel as my thoughts plague me. Hope this does not take long, I would like to retire to my new accommodations soon. Much to reflect upon.

Marckus:

After parting ways with Captain Graxis, I was feeling my nerves getting the better of me about the informal meeting with the surgical tech. Funny how things work out psychologically. On the one hand I have no qualms about running head first into deadly and hostile situations. The other a perfectly normal and casual meeting has me tied in knots. Though they did not teach us the finer things on courting in sexual education. Pretty much threw us the bare bones. Perhaps luck will be on my side.

Keying up the ships schematics on the console. Wasting the early hours of the evening until my meeting with the surgical tech.