Planet Tarkan, Paradise City, 13 APR 2377
Sender - Jan Pulaski
Receiver - Shaniqua Gordon
12-58u-876 25-24b-043 GSE
My Dearest Shaniqua, I am so sorry
I have made a terrible mistake and will be returning to Earth soon. I am at the starport now but flights off of Tarkan are spotty. Whenever a ship becomes available I will take it, whenever it comes.
My first mistake was leaving the planet's capitol. Paradise City wasn't exotic enough for me. The culture here is like any other spaceport town, so I went out into the deep desert to do my field research. There are tribes of people out there called Wasters, that sounded fascinating to study. I accompanied a mining expedition to go out and meet them. That was a bad idea.
Shaniqua, I don't know how or where to begin. I only got back to Paradise City yesterday evening. I am just so tired. I was attacked. I mean we, the ore-crawler crew and I were attacked. The Wasters have a sub-group of bandit raiders, and there is an almost constant state of war between them and the rest of the colonists. The fighting was not in any of the news blogs. It seems that the violence has been going on for so long that the locals don't pay much attention to it anymore.
In the wastelands however, it is a very different story. As you know, I am no soldier. The only reason I am alive is because a man gave his life for me. Oh God, Shaniqua, I don't even know where he was from, or if there is any family that I should contact to tell how their son died.
As soon as I can get my thoughts together, I will send a tran-sat burst, with my resignation, to your father. He has been kind to me these past few years and taught me a lot. But my knowledge of anthropology is woefully inadequate for the frontier. I thought I was smart. I thought I knew what to do. I was wrong.
I killed a human being, and I never wanted to do that. Again, I am so sorry.
Please forgive me.
I love you, Jan