Military rank: IAN Officer.
Military ID: X79OP (X79OP=Exceptional Exeption number 79 in an Over Powered demand by higher ranking officer.)
Name: Robin Wellington
Length: 188 cm.
Birthday: 6th of February.
Captain's log day 32.
We're heading out on a new journey. I'm still not trusted with a ship of my own. My Fathers presence is an undeniable fact. I can feel his gaze in my neck as I yell out commands. Terrified to do something wrong, I follow the IAN code, to every word and law and rule.
Captain's log day 37.
I knew we have a mission. But time-traveling was nothing I signed up for...
Thank God there is enough liquor to tranquilize a whole elephant.
Unspeakable things and acts of sexual deviancy has started to arise throughout the crew-members. Their duty's are becoming less important as they delve into lust and sinful behavior. Some sort of punishment would be in order.
Sadly I tried everything, from electrical shocks to whips and chains. Instead of taking it as a punishment, they seemed to enjoy it, those sick bastards.
Captain's log day 42.
We made port in Londinium, my hometown, 30 years before my Father was even born, this was a bad idea as the men's sexual deviancy had grown stronger with every punishment, they started to spread their sexual preferences through every brothel, every high class mansion, and as many pubs they were able to visit through this time-travel.
I know this will have dire consequences, but as my Father seems to go along with everything, I do not dare to question Him.
Captain's log day ?.
Confusion is the only thing I know is real. Though I am pretty sure we have arrived at our own time.
I curse the day I tried to use electrical shocks, whips and chains as a disciplinary solution, as this seems to have affected our present time-line quite severely.
BDSM seems to be the new 'in-thing' among the world population.
Once again I curse the day, I even thought of using that kind of disciplinary actions, but according to IAN's laws and standards, the punishment for their crime was exactly that.
Captain's log day (I don't even care anymore).
I'm sick of living in my Fathers shadow, to hear all the time that I need to 'relax with the crew-members', and that I'm just a 'spoiled little girl, whom had to play her favorite game'. 'Play a game of pretend', as women is usually not allowed in IAN. And especially not as high ranking officers.
I am sick of having my Father taking all the glory, or rather not saying a word when He receives praise for something that I have done.
I am sick of all the high expectations everyone has as soon as they hear my Surname.
I will find my own way now, and I know my way will take me to the nearest Pub.
Over and out!