Date: April 17th, 2132

  Day 135 - Third Rotation

  Official briefing today. Dr. Chen, Sergeant Major Stratoskha, and some U.C.R. Jakarta representatives via comm link. Conference Room B, 0900 hours.

  Meeting Roadmap - Freighter Mission Updates:

  Antimatter Fuel Conversion - Recalculation Required: My formula from February was flagged. The conversion efficiency coefficient I used was 0.43, but the current AM-Gen reactor specs show 0.34 after the October 2131 calibration update. I missed the revision.

  Fuel requirement recalculation changes antimatter mass from ~127.4 grams to ~158.7 grams for 300k clicks. Significant variance. Engineering Team Delta has been notified. Fuel load adjustments in progress.

  I was right to question myself back then. I fucking hate being wrong about calculations. This is what I DO. Numbers don't lie unless I'm too sleep-deprived to pull the right specifications.

  Volatus 1 Integration: Two members of Unit Volatus 1 will join the four-person freighter crew. Lieutenant Voss confirmed the assignments but didn't specify which personnel. Six-person crew total now.

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  Security detail for a cargo transport mission. Still no clarification on destination or cargo contents beyond "classified materials."

  Ministry of Defense - USA: Representative from U.S. Ministry of Defense arriving Gasing 03 on March 18th. Purpose: oversight and coordination for freighter mission launch. Name and rank not disclosed in briefing.

  High-level military involvement for a research station operation. This keeps getting bigger.

  Found a box outside my quarters door this morning before the briefing. Mars bars. A whole box. Twelve of them.

  No note. No name. No idea who left them.

  Mars bars are the only decent-tasting thing on this entire station. Whoever did this either knows me well or got very lucky.

  I'm not complaining. I ate two already.

  Still don't know who to thank.

  Can't stop thinking about that fucking calculation error. 0.43 versus 0.34. Such a small number. Such a massive difference in fuel load.

  I pride myself on precision. It's the one thing I'm supposed to be good at. And I screwed it up because I was too tired to check the goddamn updated specs.

  31 grams of antimatter. That's the margin of error. That could strand a crew in the middle of nowhere. That could kill people.

  That could kill Patel.

  I need to be better than this. I need to sleep. I need to stop making mistakes that matter.

  Fuck.

  [Entry ends]