Another day. Another day roaming the standard patrol routes around Nennamaila. Another day of frustration as targets don't want to present themselves.
I seem to spend far more time these days working on paperwork than flying. Not because of any overwhelming amount of said paperwork, but more of a general sense of frustration when I do undock.
I still believe in what we are out here to do. I still believe in the Federation, though I must admit; all this political wheeling and argument does weary me to the point of violence. I often wish I could grab these senators by their necks and shake them to within an inch of their lives screaming: "Stop talking and actually do something! Stop thinking about how to turn the situation to your personal advantage and help your people!" Alas, politicians don't give two shits about the folks that vote for them. I wouldn't piss on a politician to put out a fire.
Despite all the corruption and complacency, at least I have managed to set my sister and niece up in a quiet, and more importantly, secure section of the Federation. They have settled in nicely and I received a vidmail from Akihko just yesterday. They both seem happy.
Enough of this rambling to a computer. I'm sure there is some paperwork with my name on it back in the office.
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