Mission Log 1, Day 30, Goldilocks Zone:

Well, I'm not one to write down excessive personal information into something for other people to look at, but Captain Abram is making me learn how to work our operating systems as part of, "Basic Necessity Training," as he says.

Personally, I find the whole thing a little excessive. Yes, I know I need to report my findings as often as they come up, and yes, I know I have to do these for my, "mental health," but what I don't understand is why the Captain is making me learn the system all over again. I know this computer. I had to train with it for months after all.

But whoop-dee-do. This is for you Captain Abs.

My name is Maxine Anchor. People call me Max for short. I'm part of the Second National Trident Deployment Group for N.A.S.A.. We're a seven person team dedicated to, "exploring, classifying, and charting boundary space systems," according to the mission briefing.

Honestly though, it's just a fancy way of saying that this is a research mission that will help N.A.S.A. expand its territory in space.

Aw, those sneaky N.A.S.A. m-astards. (We're supposed to keep these logs professional, which means no swearing, but Captain Abs, when you read this, I found the loophole!)

The Trident Group is a team dedicated to scientific advancements in space travel. (There are other teams that do territory claiming and military stuff and other boring colonization procedures too.) The first Trident Group actually paved the way for hyperdrive travel, which now allows us to travel across the galaxy in the blink of an eye. It's basically Star Trek magic in real life.

After the completion of some fairly recent testing it had approved use for our mission. That means we get to send our logs back to Earth at high speeds as well as travel at what I like to call, "human vaporization speeds." Which should be exciting, since we're the first team to actually deploy into unknown places with the new tech, but I'm feeling a little suspicious. In order to travel anywhere, we need to input precise coordinates into our piloting system.

And we don't have those yet because that's the current mission. We're supposed to make/discover those said coordinates. So yeah, color me not stoked.

There's tons of pressure for this mission. All the astronauts from the last mission set the bar pretty high. I don't think failure is an option at this point.

Gosh darn them.

But I have a good team and that's what I'll have to remember.

I've already mentioned our good'ol Captain Abs. He was a five star general in the Army and even served on the president's cabinet when that was still a thing. From what I understand he can speak at least seven languages, his best being Spanish since that's his first language. His dark buzzed hair and fit physique may seem tough, but he's just a big softy really. (Please don't court martial me for saying that Captain...)

But let's see, who else do we have? Oh! We have decorated a flight and navigation pilot from the WestPoint Military Academy. (They do more than the Army now.) His name's Cline. He's a sort of tall, pasty, freckled red head.

Then there's my short, black haired, roommate, Amelia. She's the Commander of Defense for our little ship. I'm not sure why we'd need defending for a research mission, but I don't make the big calls upstairs. She also studied languages, so we have two people good with language, so that counts for something right?

But let's see, in our band of miscreants there's the already mentioned doctor of the ship, Doctor Jillian. I call her DJ since, clearly, I'm not one for titles. She's one of the best doctors you could ask for. She actually had training in Kyoto, which is one of the best places to study medicine now. Which is good for us in case of any potential near death experiences or accidental lab explosions that makes us Hulk out.

We also have another researcher/science guy who specializes in geology stuff. His name's Austin. I can't remember his title exactly -because it's boring and science-eee and he insists on being called by that name), but basically he does all rock stuff and researches all the things that aren't alive since alive stuff is my specialty.

Then there's Rob, who's more of a techie and sorts out all our computer problems for us. He's a computer engineer with wicked brains. Which, stereotypically speaking, is perplexing because a stout guy like that looks more like a lumberjack than a bookworm... but hey, I'd rather have a bookworm than a plaid wearing, axe wielding pile of muscle.

And of course there's me, so boom! Seven person team.

I'm not really sure what else to mention as part of, "Basic Necessity Training." I mean the seven person crew flies in an oval rocket looking thing, which is cool. It looks like a giant silo.

Ha! Space silo.

But there you go Captain Abs. First month, first log.