*As she switches the log on, a small room becomes visible, presumably a cheap apartment on some station - Trenton Outpost to be precise. Elena is laying on her untidy bed, holding the recording PDA in her left hand. She seems kinda tired, with shadow underneath both her eyes, however most notably are the mainy blue bruises that are visible all over her skin, mostly her arms. After blinking a few times, she starts talking with quite a husky voice.*
Christ, I feel like having one of the worst hangovers I ever had, my head hurts, my limbs hurt, everything is just hurting whenever I move my body, no matter how. And the worst thing, this damn apartment doesn't even have a coffee machine. Like, what the hell ... how am I supposed to survive this even? Okay, yeah, I could just hop out of that bed, grab my Sabre and fly off to the shiny horizon towards Glendalough, grab the coffee machine and drink tons of it there. But, oh well, I feel sleepy enough, I could stay here for another few hours, just laying in bed, and hope the headache is going to vanish anytime soon. I swear, I didn't drink anything, okay? Okay?! Instead, something worse probably...
*A sigh is audible as she strokes over her forehead with her hand, expressions of pain appear on her face.*
Maybe I just shouldn't have accepted this escort offer to Cold Bay Depot in Hudson. I mean - c'mon, one million reward is not much, and honestly, I wouldn't have accepted anyways if it wasn't because of personal interest. Yes, yes, I know, personal interest and business are colliding things, but screw it, I wanted to have fun, and fun is usually a guaranteed thing when spending time with Red. Yes ... exactly, Red again, with his ship, the Apotheosis. He seems to be quite everywhere from time to time, the Omicrons, then New York again. When I think about it, it's actually unlikely there's nobody out there who can tell me more about the Captain of the Apotheosis. If he doesn't wanna tell me who he is, I will find out myself. *She shrugs* It's a wonder I haven't been investigating about that yet, maybe cause I got more important things to do. But I swear to you, Red, the next time we see each other, I will know your name goddamn name.
*A slight laugh is audible, immediately followed by a groan out of ache, as Elena holds her chest.*
The moment when you can't even laugh without pain, is the moment I'd like to be dead, seriously. Anyways, what happened you are probably wondering? We got strange radio signals from inside Hudson, and as it turned out, it was a jumphole. Now, before you hate on me, I know I've got my bad experiences with jumpholes leading to locations I got no idea about, but damn, it was a decision out of hype, especially since Red kinda asked me to. I knew it would be a bad decision, and I got reminded of that the moment we entered the system. Cause ... well, how does a large "NO EXIT" shield sound to you? Good? Yes, because there was no f***ing way back. Essentially we were trapped inside there, and every now and then some cultist vessels were in the mood of messing with us. Not that we were just as small task force ... I remember about three Libertonian capital vessels, one Rheinlandian and a majority of snub vessels.
*She makes a little pause, looking around in her apartment for mere seconds.*
In the end, my Sabre got wrecked again. Gladly Red was gentleman-like enough to fetch my pod immediately, seems he has been the one who brought me back to New York here. Not quite sure though, I have been unconscious for a while I suppose, after all I got quite a beating back then. *She demonstratively shows some of her bruises* First thing I should probably do is consulting a doctor ... I mean, I hope nothing bad has happened, but sh*t hit me quite hard, so I should play it safe and let somebody check if everything is still alright.
Alright, that's it for today, wish me a good night. Or good coffee, either way. Damn, there -has to- be -some- coffee machine here on Trenton, I swear.
*She shuts down the log, not adding anything else to what she said, still with tired eyes.*