*As she switches the log on, Elena can be seen sitting in front of her all so known desk of her roomy apartment on Glendalough again. Due to various circumstances, a large pile of papers has been put onto the desk during her absence, waiting to be processed by human hands. She is sitting on her chair, slightly crouched with her elbows resting on the wooden plate, holding her head with both of her hands. A long exhale as soon as she darts a look at the paperwork, then the presumes looking straight into the camera again. Her stare is quite fixed, piercing. She keeps pressing her lips together for a while before she finally decides to pipe up. In the background, lurking behind her body, another figure of slightly human proportions becomes visible, however it is a lot smaller to be another human. What seems to be a robot of sorts is currently cleaning the floor as it is, however not causing any nerve-racking sounds doing so. A frown appears on Elena's forehead as she opens her mouth.*
It's been a while again I guess. As you can see, I'm back on Glendalough again, in my sweet apartment. Gotta admit, I kinda began missing it while I was away on vacation with my chaps. Well, except this of course, I could have gone without this crap for just a little longer. *She demonstratively points at the papers with her index finger.* Yes, you're right, that's the downside of allowing oneself holidays, after them you always find a pile of work to finish. If only had these holidays been more relaxing than they were in the end, because this way..? I don't feel any better than before I started the journey with Kiara, Karin and Mason. Quite the opposite actually, I even feel more stressed by now. Heh, as you can imagine, not everything went well during the vacation, and I wished I was only speaking about the incident I described last time, you remember, meeting that thing that by now I'm absolutely sure was actually Unschuld - but eh, I'll come to that in a bit anyways. 'Cause believe me, over time I managed to accumulate enough sh.it again to fill such a log. Stay tuned, I guess. *A brief smirk appears on her lips.*
Let's just say that this one time to meet exactly what I didn't wanna meet during holidays was by far not enough yet. While we decided to carry on with the trip despite the ugly situation that had occured and stayed on the Luxury Liner Hawaii in Sigma-19 for a while, this wouldn't at all keep us from getting into more trouble than good for us. Obviously, we weren't keen on just boring the hell out of us on the Liner, except Karin took us on an exploration trip through her home, the Sigmas, visiting all kind of systems, from dark to dazzling ones, from peaceful to ... well, more dangerous ones as we could learn soon enough when all of a sudden guess-who decided to appear on our sensors and pay us a visit. Our balding friend Jared Nomak it was again, and he was in true old fashion again as it seemed. Chauvinistically as ever -- or rather just being a dick, even chauvinism is still too nice of a word for that prick honestly. He seems to like me though, after all he asked me to come with him... *She chuckles briefly, then turns serious again.* Of course I declined, and in the end I just got barely out with the help of my best friend, my cloak. God, I'm so happy to have that thing, seriously, it saved my skin multiple times by now already. And so it did this time. However ... this just showed me one thing: I ain't got a clean slate anymore, Hussaini and the Commune still want my skin. And this isn't good, not at all. They won't get it, but the situation could become a little less ... pleasant soon if I'm not extremely careful. Not that it is still pleasant currently anyways.
*She lets out a sigh, insecurity clearly hearable in it while she is changing her body position a little.*
Now, have you been wondering what the fu.ck this robot is doing behind me? I bet you have. May I introduce you to "Little Willy", a Kishiro service robot I got a few days back, as a present from somebody. A leaving present of sorts, to be precise. *She turns silent for a moment, seemingly lost in thoughts. Then she turns her chair around, giving a look at the robot while saying.* Say your serial number again, please. *And the robot replies in an adrogynous voice with "E-V-069". Upon that, Elena turns to the camera again.* I can still only smirk slightly on that to be honest, this thing, or rather it voice, keeps reminding me of, hm, a person. One I won't see anytime soon again, sadly. *She becomes more and more quiet over the course of her words.* God dammit Ez, you've done great this time, no kidding. You know, let's just keep it the way that he has done some bad stuff about Hussaini when we met him, and now it seems he got scolded for it by, urgh, this name ... Unschuld. Scolded in a way that he either had to ... work towards infecting me or could never see me ever again. *She sighs.* Bravo, such tragedy, just like in a stereotypical drama really. And to be honest, I'm missing him, slightly, ain't gonna deny that: I'm missing that Curacaoan playboy. But additionally, look at it the situation now, it's completely derailed by now. Ez's attempt to keep me safe or no attempt by agreeing to this deal, I'm still absolutely in the sh.its to say it kindly. As in, has the problem with the Commune and Hussaini suddenly disappeared because of this? Not a chance! And has this prevented me from getting into the reticle of certain factions? No-pe. I swear, it slowly feels like I'm meeting infectees more often than my boyfriend, god dammit. Which brings me right to my next point actually, because no way it would stick to only that.
*A headshake.*
On one of our last vacation days, of all times when I wasn't around of course, Karin and Mason got visited by a few strangers with guess what - exactly, scrambled sensor data packages. They claimed to be from the Kusari Naval Intelligence and accused us of collaborating with the Imperials. Which is, to be absolutely fair, not completely false, but those "collaborations" so to speak had never been much of a big deal, which in itself is worrisome already. Because tell me, how would they be able to find out about this, as it had only been discussed in the back rooms of politics. It would have already been bad enough if these guys had turned out to be actual agents of the Navy, but instead it only became more and more messed up. First, a Guardian-type vessel had also been present, aiding the Kusarians against us, same messy sensor data for this dude, and it only adds up the suspicions. Like, why the hell would Libertonians, our top contractor, suddenly start shooting at us? As it later turned out when I had a talk with Kiyoko something-something, yes, this undercover Kusarian agent, it didn't have to make any sense anyways, because yes. It had probably been infectees once again messing with my friends. Shooting at them, nearly killing them. And all this possibly because of me. I mean, look at the facts, since I've escaped Hussaini, it feels like I'm on a constant run whenever I leave Liberty, and even there I already got visited by these creatures. *She shakes her head again, in an attempt to shake off those thoughts.* Ez, you helped me a lot, and I gotta thank you for that, but dammit. I need something. Somebody. Anything, anybody that could help me.
As it stands, I'm the one who is helping constantly. To get my friends, Karin, Kiara, Mason, all these ones out of the trouble, to keep them safe. *She becomes a little louder.* But Elena, think of yourself for fu.ck's sake, that's what I try to keep telling myself. That I need something to get out. And no, escape is not an option, I'm not dumb enough to drop everything and just flee from everything. That's not how you solve problems, you merely postpone them to another date, maybe in the far future, but in reality it's anything but solving.
*As she has grown more agitated during her speech, some strands of hair have fallen in her face which she now strokes away with a quick gesture.*
For now I'm back in good old, hopefully safe Liberty, but you can never say that for sure honestly. If certain people really want my head as badly as it might be the case, I won't be a hundred percent safe there either. When I think about it, the most safe place for me currently would be somewhere uninhabited, with as few souls traversing the place as possible. But in all seriousness, this would be more torture than anything those things could ever do to me. Vegging out in a god-forsaken place with no souls, with my mind being my last and only comrade I have? Simply no, that wouldn't be living anymore, that would be a constant, neverending circle of pain and misery. It's a no-go for me, and believe me, I know myself well enough than you might think. And I know this would end in my death by my own bullet far sooner than if I stay and potentially have to face what I've caused.
To end this log on a more happier note again, I had the pleasure of getting to know somebody, and you know I'm enjoying this, besides the point I met her at the place of misery called the Hawaii in Sigma-19. Name's Lily Austin, she's an employee at Orbital Spa & Cruising and seems to spend her time mostly giving rich people a lift through Sirius, from Curacao over Baden-Baden to the various Luxury Liners spread all around the sector. A sympathetic woman for sure, we had some nice conversations while I escorted her from here to there and back again. The payments weren't exactly generous to be honest, but well, who am I to complain, I got other matters to complain about than such minor things, and you know that.
Anyways, I'll keep you up-to-date if any new developments hit the road. For now, let's see if I can see one job or two in Liberty to relax a little and distract myself. And I gotta meet John rather sooner than later, I guess he should know about some of the stuff his girlfriend has been up to lately finally.
*Giving the camera a final nod and a brief smirk, she shuts down the log.*