Dear Diary,

Today, I find myself in the Muchihiks system, on a barren planet, where the McDonald Barrack is located. I am here to transport supplies for post-Thargoid recovery efforts. The destruction caused by these creatures has been devastating, and it is heartbreaking to see the extent of the damage they have inflicted on this planet and its people.

As I dock my ship and begin to unload the supplies, I can't help but feel a sense of purpose and determination. I know that my small contribution may not fix everything, but it's a start. I'll do whatever I can to help those in need, that's why I became a captain, a medic and a helper.

The planet is inhospitable, with little vegetation, and the air is thin and cold. The Barrack is a small compound, with a few buildings, surrounded by a high wall. I can see the relief and gratitude in the eyes of the people who receive the supplies. They know that these resources are vital for their survival and recovery.

I spend the day working with the local relief teams, helping to distribute the supplies and providing medical assistance to those in need. It's hard work, but the sense of accomplishment and the knowledge that I am making a difference, makes it all worth it.

As I prepare to leave, I can't help but think about the long road ahead for this planet and its people. But I know that with the help of people like me and the continued efforts of the relief teams, they will eventually recover and rebuild.

Bianca.

I'm on board an Apex Interstellar Transport Shuttle, en route to Shinrarta Dezra from Hovell Dock in the Chingaa system. The pilot, Arisbert Shields, is a stern woman, who doesn't seem to say much. We're about to make a stop at Garay Terminal in the Deciat system to refuel before continuing our journey.

Arisbert seems worried about the Thargoid menace, and I can't blame her. The recent attacks have been brutal and have affected many systems and people. But I do my best to reassure her, reminding her that we're taking all the necessary precautions and that we're flying one of the safest ships available.

Personally, I'm excited about this journey. I'm in the market for a new combat ship and Shinrarta Dezra is known for having some of the best ships and shipyards in the galaxy. I can't wait to see what they have to offer and find the perfect ship to add to my fleet.

I am standing in front of the mirror, water droplets cascading down my body, as I finish up my shower. My red hair, tied up in a bun, is damp and wild, tendrils escaping here and there. My skin, smooth and porcelain, is flushed from the warmth of the water. My green eyes, which have always been my most striking feature, are clear and bright.

I've always been told I'm beautiful, but I've never put too much stock in physical appearance. Being a spaceship captain, it's all about the knowledge, the skills, and the attitude. But still, I can't help but feel a sense of pride and confidence as I take in my reflection. I know that I present myself well, and that's something that will definitely work to my advantage in any situation.

I think about the journey ahead, the ships, and the people I will meet in Jameson Memorial. I'll be undocking soon, and I'm feeling excited, but also a little bit nervous. I remind myself that I am capable and ready for whatever lies ahead.

As I step out of the shower and dry myself off, I can't help but feel grateful for this moment of reflection, both physical and mental. I'm ready to step out into the world and make my mark.

I'm standing here at the docking bay saying my goodbyes to Arisbert, the pilot who flew me here to Jameson Memorial. We had a long journey together and even though she was stern and quiet, I grew fond of her company. As we finish our conversation, I notice a commotion nearby. I turn to see a man collapsing on the ground.

Without hesitation, I rush towards the man to see if I could help. He's breathing but unconscious. I quickly check his vital signs and I notice his pulse is weak, he must have hit his head when falling.

I look around and see that no one seems to know what to do or how to help, so I take charge of the situation. I instruct some nearby dock workers to call for medical assistance and I stay with the man, providing first aid and monitoring his condition until help arrives.

Arisbert looks at me with a surprised expression, I guess she never expected me to act so quickly and efficiently. I tell her that as a captain and a medic, it's my responsibility to help others in need. I'm glad I was able to make a difference, even if it's just a small one.

The medical team arrived quickly and takes over, I step back feeling relieved that the man is in good hands now. I turn back to say goodbye to Arisbert and she gives me a nod of appreciation, a small smile even. I'm glad I could help and make a difference, but also a little bit sad to see my journey with her coming to an end.

I just completed the purchase of my new ship, the mighty Anaconda. It's a formidable vessel, equipped with the latest technology and powerful weapons systems. I couldn't be more excited to take it out for a spin.

As I sit in the cockpit and start to familiarize myself with the ship's controls and systems, I realize something. As much as I love the thrill of flying and the idea of having a powerful weapon at my disposal, deep down I know that I'm not really a fighter.

I'm a captain, a medic and a helper. I want to explore new frontiers, but I also want to help others and make a difference. Fighting is not my calling, my true passion is to save lives, to provide aid and comfort to those in need.

I know what I need to do. I make the decision to return to my main ship, the one that I have been flying for years, the one that I have saved lives with, and the one that I know inside and out. I'll find a good home for the Anaconda with someone who will put it to good use.

I undock the Anaconda, it's a bittersweet feeling, but I know it's the right decision. My main ship, my home, is where I truly belong.

As I make my way back to my ship, I can't help but feel a sense of contentment and peace. I know that I may not be the most powerful or fierce fighter, but I am doing what I was meant to do, and that is what truly matters.

Dear Diary,

Today, the "Bianca's Rocinante" has entered the Wregoe WP-G d10-67 system. As I scanned the system's planets, my sensors picked up an interesting reading from a rocky body in the system. It seemed to be emitting five biological signals. I couldn't resist the urge to investigate further.

I have set a course for the rocky body, and I will be landing on the surface shortly. I'm not sure what I'll find when I get there, but I'm excited for the potential discovery. I've been studying the signals, and they seem to be coming from different organisms, which makes it even more intriguing.

I know that landing on a new planet always carries risks, but I trust in my ship and my crew to handle any challenges that may arise. As a medic, I'm also bringing my medical equipment and supplies, just in case I find myself in a situation where I need to help someone.

I'll make sure to update my diary once I'm back on the ship, but for now, it's time to prepare for landing.

We have successfully landed on the rocky body in the Wregoe WP-G d10-67 system. The five biological signals that we detected were indeed coming from a diverse range of species on the planet's surface. We found the Osseus Spiralis, Bacterium Alcyoneum, Aleoida Laminiae, Tussock Cultro and Stratum Laminamus.

The planet itself is a barren wasteland of sand and rock, but the diversity of the species we found is quite remarkable. The Osseus Spiralis in particular was hard to find, as it was hiding deep in a crevice. But the other species were present all over the surface, creating a beautiful and unique landscape.

As we explored the planet's surface, the crew was in awe of the strange and fascinating life forms we encountered. Some took samples of the different species while others took pictures and made observations. We all worked together to document everything we found.

As the medic of the crew, I made sure to keep an eye out for any potential dangers or health hazards. Thankfully, all the species we found were either plants or bacteria and posed no threat to us.

It's been a long and tiring day, but it was worth it for the discoveries we made. We'll be taking off soon to continue our journey through the stars. But I know that this planet and the strange and wonderful life it holds will stay with us for a long time.

We have just docked at the Hovell Dock Spaceport in the Chingaa system. As we approached the spaceport, I couldn't help but marvel at the sight of the massive gas giant that it was orbiting. The colors and patterns of the gas giant's atmosphere were truly breathtaking.

The Hovell Dock Spaceport is a bustling hub of activity, with ships from all over the galaxy coming and going. We were greeted by the spaceport's officials and completed all the necessary procedures for docking. I was pleased to see that the spaceport was well-maintained and had all the necessary facilities for the crew and passengers of the "Bianca's Rocinante".

We have planned to stay here for some time, restocking supplies and making any necessary repairs to the ship. I plan to take the opportunity to explore the spaceport and interact with the other captains and crew members. It's always fascinating to hear about their experiences and stories from the stars.

I know that docking at a spaceport can be a bit of a break from the excitement of exploring new planets, but it's also a chance to recharge and prepare for the next leg of our journey. I'm excited to see what lies ahead and what new adventures the universe has in store for us.

While I was wandering around the Hovell Dock Spaceport, I came across a heartbreaking scene. A group of refugees had arrived at the spaceport, seeking asylum on another planet. They were tired, hungry, and desperate.

I couldn't just stand by and do nothing, so I approached them and offered my assistance. I used my medical training to help those who were injured and sick. I distributed food and water among them, and helped them to find temporary housing while they wait for the next transport to take them to their next destination.

It broke my heart to see them in such a vulnerable state. I couldn't help but think about their lives, and how they must have had to leave their homes and loved ones behind. They told me that they were fleeing from war and persecution, and it was a reminder of the importance of my work.

It's moments like this that remind me of why I became a medic and a captain. The universe is vast and beautiful, but it is also cruel, and there are always people in need of help. I'm glad that I could make a difference in their lives, even if it was just for a little while.

As I sit here on "Bianca's Rocinante" reflecting on the day, I am reminded that there will always be someone who needs my help and that it's my duty and my honor to do my best in helping them.

Today has been one of the most difficult days I have ever faced as a captain. We made a trip to the HIP 37390 system, where we received distress signals from a colony under attack by the Thargoids. We were on a mission to rescue any wounded and refugees.

As we arrived at the system, the sight that greeted us was one of destruction and chaos. The colony was in ruins, and everywhere we looked, we saw the devastation caused by the Thargoids. We could see that most of the survivors were injured and in dire need of medical assistance.

As we began to dock at Pytheas Dock, we were ambushed by an alien entity that appeared to be a Thargoid. The battle was intense and brutal, and we barely managed to escape with our lives. Sadly, our ship was damaged and we were unable to assist any of the survivors.

As we made our way out of the system, I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and failure. I had set out to help those in need, but instead, I was forced to flee for my own safety. I couldn't help but think about the innocent people left behind, suffering and in need of aid.

This experience was a harsh reminder of the dangers and unpredictability of space and the fact that, no matter how much I prepare, sometimes it's not enough. It's a heavy burden to bear, but I'm determined to be better equipped, to be more efficient and to be ready for the next time, because I know there will be one.

Until next time, Bianca.

Dear Diary,

As I sit here, staring out at the vast expanse of space from the cockpit of my beloved spaceship "Bianca's Rocinante", I can't help but feel a sense of excitement and possibility. As the captain of this vessel, I have dedicated my life to exploration and helping those in need.

I was born on Mars in 3288 AD, a time when the planet had become a verdant and thriving world, much like Earth. From a young age, I knew that I wanted to be a part of the great cosmic adventure that humanity was embarking on. I studied medicine and became a trained medic, eager to use my skills to assist those in need wherever I could.

As I journey through the universe, I hope to visit new and exotic planets, meet interesting and diverse beings, and use my abilities to help those who are in need. Whether it be through trading medicine or transporting refugees from one planet to another, I am driven by a sense of purpose and a desire to make a positive impact on the world around me.

I am grateful to have this diary to document my adventures and my thoughts as I travel through the stars. With the help of the ship's AI, I hope to capture the unique experiences and challenges that come with being a captain and a medic in the far reaches of space.

Until next time, Bianca