User blog:Spikewitwicky/July 17, 2018 - Spike's Journal Entry



OK. It's hitting me now. And I'm a bundle of nerves. We're beyond Earth, well on our way to Cybertron. And it's too late to ask Crosscut to turn the ship around. But secretly, there's been a few times already this morning that I've wanted to ask him to do just that. It goes away, I think this is cool. And then, I think "I'm going to be starting a diplomatic relationship with another alien species - what my actions are going to do is nothing short of representing the people of Earth. And in my heart, I know there are at least a hundred people right off the top of my head who should be doing this.

I'm running on about two hours of sleep after I basically revamped our approach. We're going to start small. Open a channel. Don't rush them, but at the same time, I know the Decepticons may be making their move. And they may be offering stuff we can't offer. They may offer to "advance" the Nebulon technology a few centuries (Prime obviously favors a natural progression), they may offer to help "increase" their energy output. For a cost, of course. It won't seem like much up front. But the Decepticreeps always find a way to "renegotiate."

So, what does that leave us? We can't just say "don't go to the Decepticons, go to us." So, we're going to have to really focus on the cooperative aspect of this relationship.

If I haven't written this already, I'm really nervous right now. I haven't taken an anti-anxiety medication in about three years, and I just popped one an hour ago.