Life in the Tree Branches

by ISKV

First published

I was once a researcher's assistant on some big space research vessel. I admit, I made some mistakes, but my uptight bastard of a boss decided to promote me to Field Researcher. My first, and obviously last mission, was to indefinitely observe a newly discovered race just so I could be off his ship. Stuff like daily logs, observation for hours on end, all without contact.

And in the background, there's a war going on. That's actually why I accepted the job. It was either observation, or conscription.

Don't you just love my options?