Commandant's personal log, stardate 83069.2.  I've spent the better part of the last month prepping the cirriculum for the year ahead... it's a thankless task that gets thrown out the window as soon as the brass think of a new way to teach the cadets... which is only every other week (!)

Oh, Evie came to see me this morning... and while she may be ready for the year to begin I'm afraid her expectations might be a little high when it comes to info on her parents careers.

She knows that fourth year cadets get access to low level classified files that are about an immediate family member... and she wants to see her mothers.

Well, I guess she's always been a smart girl, so maybe I knew I couldn't keep the walls up forever... I tried though.

It's a catch twenty two, I couldn't tell her and I couldn't keep it hidden... so she'll have some tough times ahead as she reads the files... I just hope she realises that I kept it from her for a good reason.