Starfield:Captain Rakell's Computer

Captain Rakell's Computer

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Captain Rakell's Computer
The Crew	My crew hates me. They think I'm unqualified, and I don't know what I'm doing. The worst part is, they might be right. I don't know how I became First Mate of this ship at twenty-five. I think Captain Oswalt was trying to pick a younger successor, knowing he wasn't retiring anytime soon. But then he fell ill, and everything's gone to hell. I'm in over my head and the crew knows it. But at the same time, I feel like I owe it to the Captain to prove he was right. And while he has the experience, I know for a fact he didn't want Thybulle to be Captain. He's too much of an asshole. I may not know much, but I know people. But I need to convince the rest of the crew I'm the right choice. Right now, only Dr. Guentzel and the robots listen to me.
Doctor Guentzel's Counsel	I appreciate how Peter's always gassing me up. He's more than just a medical officer, he's a friend. I can tell him about the pressures of the job without feeling like he's going to rat me out to the rest of the crew. Plus he gives good advice and perspective. Whenever I have to make a big decision, it's like there's this hammer of anxiety, stress, and doubt slamming down on me. Peter's the only person here who doesn't treat me like a nail.
Mutiny	There's been rumors about a mutiny, and I know it's only a matter of time before it actually happens. Thybulle has gotten Swift and Ibanez on his side, but how? Those two may not respect me, but they hate Thybulle. And it hurts to say, but I'm also hearing rumors about something on the ship's medical records. Has Dr. Guentzel betrayed me too? It's like the only personnel I can count on are the machines. I know they'll be objective.
They killed Peter	Peter's dead. He tried to defend me and they just killed him in cold blood. After they stole the ship medical records, Thybulle accused me of poisoning Captain Oswalt. It turns out Peter had nothing to do with it, because he had my back the whole way. According to him, the records were tampered with. But not only did the crew refuse to listen, they made sure to silence him, and me. I know I'm not making it out of this. I have no MedPacks, and this wound isn't going to heal. But if they think I'm helpless, they're wrong. I'm going to remove the combat inhibitors on the robot crew. Nobody's leaving this ship alive.