⋯ 𝙱𝚒𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 ⋯

I was silent for a long time, I said that it would be so. Now I want to talk.
The Ship in silent mode overcame a long journey through severe thorns. We were beaten by stone and icy rains. We were poured with acids, undermined, drowned. We were pulled by gravity stright into the heart of hell. Systems could not cope with such pressure. We are a serious «SUV», but even so were battered. The ship plating has worn off in some places. The shields are in need of repair. In places, internal gravity and heating collapsed. The water supply on the Ship flooded a couple of compartments. But we still alright. We sucsessfully extinguish the consequences of explosions after unsuccessful dockings with new modules. Many risky decisions were made, such as sharing resources with other ships in distress along the route. There wasn't much time to talk. But now the situation on the ship has stabilized, there are plans for repairs, and helping other ships has paid off well. Conditions have not become less severe, but the stock of resources we get as gratitude is now enough for repairs and for overcoming this segment of the long journey. While there is a little time, the captain's bridge broadcasts. It is likely that there will be very few such opportunities in the future.
Summing up the results for the last half a year, I want to say that I was seriously tired of hating the place where I am. To hate those who had the power to make this place the way it is. I did not have the opportunity to protest openly: this would have signed the death of The Ship. Where old people and children die, and people do not know who is defending themselves from whom, other ships are also stuck. They are in siege mode. They can no longer move and continue on their way. They can only engage in self-defense. And although I understand with my head that it is unfair to blame myself, it still echos deep in my soul that I come from there, from the side that created this situation, these conditions. None of us really wanted this. None.
Those who supported the aggression were misinformed. Those who condemned it - as well. All were and are in ignorance. Nobody knows what will happen tomorrow. And everyone, having no ground under their feet, is trying to think ahead and get ahead of opponents, not even knowing who the opponents really are. One thing is known: somewhere out there, out of reach, live those leaders who manipulate us and they are responsible for all this. I'm waiting for them to stop their idiotic showdowns and the space around us becomes free for flights and movements. When we will not have to wade through thorns and kill every new sol in order to heal new wounds of our ships. When those responsible for this are brought to justice. Justice of those whose ships will never take off anywhere.
But for now. What I can do is fly my «SUV». Fly through the most fucked up conditions. Live until I die. Share resources while there is something to share.
Chatterboxes and paper-scribblers are needed now more than ever. These are sparks, the lighters. What they do can start more than one dead engine. And I'll try to strike as many sparks as they do. This is what I can do.