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Entry#: 101
Date: 19 - 06 - 818 AS @ 18:49 SUT
Title: Untitled.

Before I could leave Rheinland, a few things needed to be levelled out. I returned the Wraith to Mecklenburg. Misaka flew in with my Eagle; the two of us sharing the cockpit for the return to Berlin orbit. I also put a letter into the Major General's pigeon hole - my letter of resignation - along with the medal he gave me way back when we first met. I stowed my uniform in my as-good-as-never-used locker along with the for-all-intents-and-purposes ceremonial pistol.

After returning to the Alsatia, I hid my eagle in the cargo bay and departed Berlin for what is likely to be the last time. I took us to Dawson Base in Hudson, flying through deep space to avoid contact with unwanted military patrols. It ended up taking about 24 hours, I transferred control to the night shift of Kana, Fumika and Jones whilst I tried to get some sleep with Misaka in my arms - with more success than previous nights but still nowhere near perfect.

I managed to give Jones back to her rightful owners on the Heart of Gold, who had been patiently waiting for their mistress to return for over a week. Of course she was adamant that she stay with me until I felt "better", but a quick kiss and a strong hug under the promise of her leaving my company only temporarily were sufficient to get her off my case.

I was just about ready to depart the station when a miscellaneous freelancer showed up and made himself known. I think he mentioned his name was Vincent? Or something similar. And of course, like too many people I've met in the last couple days, insisted on trying to help me. I don't know if it's something in my voice or what I'm saying itself, but every damn bastard and his dog wants to help me. I'm not some useless damsel in distress here and I'm damn sure I don't look, sound or act like one in the slightest.

With that said, he ended up giving me some painkillers for the horrendous headaches I've been having lately. So I guess people being this nice to strangers like me is not so bad after all.

I didn't feel like staying in the company of the Rogues, so I promptly left Dawson, meandered through the asteroid fields of Hudson and Bering and eventually ended up at Freeport 2, where I still find myself at this present time.

Gunther should have read that letter by now...

Entry#: 102
Date: 21 - 06 - 818 AS @ 09:51 SUT
Title: Untitled.

What am I doing with my life?

Here we are sitting at Freeport 2 in Bering. Doing absolutely nothing except thinking about things... and wasting supplies. The money I thought I would save for everyone's retirement has become, for all intents and purposes, the line of credit keeping us alive. We haven't made any money in so long, my normal account has been zeroed and I'm now forced to use my savings to buy supplies. How can I tell the girls I'm doing that? I feel sick every time I sign away our money... effectively lying to everyone each time I put my signature to a cheque.

I realised, even if I wanted to... I can never go back to the way things are now. Simply because of this little one growing inside of me. I don't know how Gunther feels any more... but I can only imagine... if I was in his position... he'd utterly despise me right down to the very core. Even if he didn't ask to become a father... I'm sure his paternal instincts are overriding whatever feelings he has or had for me...

I made a terrible mistake, leaving the way I did. I don't want to never see Gunther again... but every time we interact I just hurt him, whether I mean to or not. I just don't know what I need to do to make things right...

The pain of dealing with all this, plus the nightmares from Omega-7... It's going to be a long time before I can smile again. I'm just hurting everyone around me as I am now. Gunther... Drum... Misaka - all of the girls... even Jones... right through to random strangers I meet in space... everyone's worrying about my well being and I'm just making their lives harder because of my own ignorant stupidity...

Entry#: 103
Date: 24 - 06 - 818 AS @ 21:48 SUT
Title: Untitled.

Like the big end bearings of an engine, I will eventually turn full circle and find myself where I had been before. In this particular case it's Gunther's home on Berlin. This time with the Alsatia herself on the runway instead of my Eagle or Gunther's Wraith.

He actually tracked me down and rescued me from Bering. I knew when he first saw me he would be angry; but the way he spoke back there was frighteningly calm. I had no choice but to simply follow him back.

I guess... even after what I've done, Gunther still holds me somewhere in his heart, because we ended up sleeping together beside the fireplace. The happiest I've been in weeks... just being with him like that... it made me feel like everything in life wasn't so bad.

I didn't have a nightmare that night - I was actually able to get a decent rest and how much better I feel just for that is indescribable. I wonder if it's a bad thing that the simple act of achieving orgasm can solve so many of my problems seemingly in an instant...

I've a Raven-haired spitfire waiting for me in bed this evening, and I do believe it's time to join her. The poor thing's been through a lot because of me and now I think it's only right for me to make it up to her. Anything she wants, anyway she wants, as long as she wants it. Tonight I will exist only for repaying my debt to Misaka.

Entry#: 104
Date: 01 - 07 - 818 AS @ 20:26 SUT
Title: Untitled.

So, here I am, with a laptop computer, a vase with flowers in it and a hopelessly dull and boring hospital room.

How I ended up here? Well, from what I recall of the incident I was originally sent on a menial traffic control job at Dortmund Station. Seemed there was a smash there and the locals wanted a Military presence to maintain the peace. I thought that was the polices job, but, nonetheless, I was stuck with the task.

I was flopping about directing the trained monkeys around the accident when a call came through the line of pirate raiders disrupting the lane linking Dortmund to the Hamburg Gate.

My brain-dead commanding officer at the time ordered me to go fix the problem by myself. Despite my better judgement I obeyed his orders. And look where it got me

From there on things get a bit hazy, I remember my Wraith being disabled by some kind of electromagnetic field, and being towed away somewhere. There were two ships one of them had a female pilot, the other male.

I can remember a dark, mouldy room vials and test tubes filled with different chemicals I can also remember being knocked out by something some kind of sleeping gas

What happened next? Absolutely no freakin idea. I woke up here in the hospital. Leutnant Drum was asleep on the chair next to my bed, it was clear shed been crying on my leg judging by the tear-stained patch on my quilt.

When she realised I was awake, well, she cried again. I dont think Ive ever seen her like that before - she looked just like any other normal girl, crying her heart out as she was completely entitled to do so.

After a while, of course, she tried to reclaim her aura that shed displaced and held back her emotions long enough to wish me a quick recovery, sending in Misaka and the girls as she left. I guess she put down her vague dislike of my family and allowed herself to interact with them for my sake.

Of course I got rained on again by my little darling, and showered with words of well being from everyone else. Poor Misaka must have been worried sick about me she looked as if she hadnt had any sleep in days. I made sure to give her enough kisses and cuddles to more than make up for the lost time not that I really had any idea just how long it was at the time.

Sakura in amongst her little sniffles presented me with my laptop computer which, upon inspection, told me Id been out for three-and-a-bit days.

Midway through our little cuddling session, a doctor entered the room and made everyone leave. He sat down on the chair that Felicia had occupied and answered the question that had been burning in my mind ever since I woke up.

My baby was doing just fine. I fell back into my bed in relief when he said those words. But he wasnt done yet, though. He asked me if I knew the babies gender yet I replied no and he then asked me if Id like to know.

Im going to be having a girl. Perhaps I feel somewhat relieved knowing Im to bear a daughter. I worried about how Id go raising a boy in the oestrogen-rich environment the Alsatia provides. As loving and caring as we all are, a rowdy bunch of sexually active teenage girls do not provide the sort of environment conductive to a healthy male childhood although with that said I hold no doubt Im going to be the end of the McDowell lineage barring another of the same sort of events that created this new life in the first place.

The doctor left me with the good news and allowed my companions to return. We spent some more time catching up, apparently the girls spent the last three days couped up in a hotel across the road from the hospital on Berlins surface at my cost, waiting for me to regain consciousness. Was a good three or four hours before I had to send everyone back across the road spending another night in that hotel at my expense.

I opened the laptop and begun writing this entry, and now I find myself staring out into a blizzard blowing outside the window; the Gray of the clouds and white of the snow blending everything together into one mass.

I dont feel any great pain besides a vague throbbing from what I was told is a sprained ankle, Im not in all that poor a condition all things considered and Ive a warm and quite comfortable bed to sleep in and recover.

So why wont the tears stop?

Entry#: 105
Date: 03 - 07 - 818 AS @ 21:35 SUT
Title: Untitled.

Well, that's not gone at all well.

Turns out I've a lot more than a sprained ankle... I didn't realise this myself until the doctor came to change my dressings but I was actually shot in the leg. Must be the drugs they've put me on stopping me from feeling the pain. 'Cause I'm damn sure that I should be hurting a lot more than I do, especially after the stunt I pulled yesterday.

Misaka and the girls came over to see me again. I really, really don't like it here, so I got myself snuck out. In retrospect I'd have been better off staying in bed. I had myself flown to Braunschweig to bear witness to Gunther being promoted to Fleet Admiral. It was the first time I'd ever seen the Kanzler in person - such a pity the man of the hour is out on tour with the Ammersee somewhere. I also went to pay Felicia a visit, to prove to her that even injured I'm still capable of being around.

Didn't go so well. I managed to catch Felicia on her way out... with a rather significant gun tucked away in a briefcase. What happened next, well, I just proved to not only Felicia but myself and everyone around me that I'm no good as a soldier. Making a complete embarrassment of myself, undoing all the work that everyone had done to toughen me up. Felicia ended up knocking me out somehow because after crying on her lap for a while, the next thing I remember is waking up back in the same damned beige-coloured room I'm in now.

Felicia, I'm guessing, has gone off on duty somewhere as she didn't come to visit me today. Nor did any of the girls. Wonder what's going on.

Entry#: 106
Date: 07 - 07 - 818 AS @ 11:05 SUT
Title: Untitled.

Lets see. Its about 11am in the morning, Ive got a mediocre hospital breakfast and a dark gray storm cloud blocking the sunlight that would otherwise be lighting up the room. The television remote seems to have stopped functioning, meaning I can no longer use the thing since someone thought it wise to bolt it to the ceiling.

Its times like right now - nothing to stimulate my senses and no-one to interrupt my train of thought when I allow my mind to wander into melancholic contemplation; thinking about just where I want to go from here on.

Looking back over whats happened in the last couple days I feel indebted to Misaka for all that she does. She and everyone else disappeared for one day, and then came back with Eva Jones in tow the next.

How she accomplished such a thing is beyond me, but I was happy to see more familiar faces around. The way Misaka wakes me up isnt something to complain about either. I wonder if its a good thing that I can instantly recognise her lips and tongue even when only having been awake for a few seconds.

When Jones visited me it shook me up a bit; although it wasnt any fault of her own. I feel like an arse for hurting the poor thing the way I have. Underneath that tough, thorny outer shell, theres still a girl and I almost forgot that; seeing her bawling her heart out made me realise this isnt what I want to do to my friends. I had to seriously consider what I my actions were inflicting on those around me, and it hurt me on the inside as much as it hurt everyone else.

We had a little reunion and shared a real lunch together, Eva insistent on feeding every single one of us out of her own pocket. I of course objected, but wasnt really in much of a position to fight against an Underboss of the Liberty Rogues. I managed, with some assistance, to put on some of the clothes Misaka had brought me, hobbled myself into a wheel chair and the girls escorted me to a distinctly working-class restaurant where I pigged out on the first half-decent meal Ive had since being admitted.

Jones expressed her discontent with me joining the Military alongside her distrust of the new Admiral. She and Gunther have never really gotten along, the last meeting the two had in New York resulted in fisticuffs breaking out. I can understand that shes trying to look out for my interests, but Gunther and I are bonded for the rest of our lives, for better or worse, by our daughter.

I told her I have every intention of living in Rheinland from now on. As much as I care for Eva, my new family takes absolute precedence. I explained to her that I, no matter what happens, wont ever become a stranger in Liberty; the Alsatia sure to show up at Buffalo and Rochester from time to time.

By the end of the day I was ready to pass out from exhaustion; the injuries Ive sustained plus my rapidly growing daughters greed for nourishment pushing my own body past its limits. Misaka escorted a tearful Jones out of the room and I would assume, after staying the night on the Alsatia, flying her back to Liberty.

I wonder how well shes able to fly now. When I first met her she had an unarmed and unarmoured freighter with the manoeuvrability of a house brick; and only being barely able to handle even that. I gave her a few basic flight lessons with the Biribiri but not nearly enough for her to become truly competent. Now shes in a fighter with buttons and dials everywhere all by herself I do hope she hasnt crashed it into anything.

She should be arriving some time today if she hasnt gotten herself into any trouble. I wonder if shell be bringing anyone else back with her this time; the first person that comes to mind of course being Gunther. Getting a hold of him though would prove troublesome even for her, seeing as he is kind of the head of the entire Military.

I suppose theres nothing to do but wait and see. I need buzz the nurse and ask if she'll give me some more porridge Im still hungry.

Entry#: 107
Date: 08 - 07 - 818 AS @ 19:45 SUT
Title: Untitled.

Another day spent staring out the window watching the blizzard outside. The television remote was repaired and was functional for a brief period, however it has since ceased functioning again; thus leaving me stuck with some dribble that I can't shut off.

Lying in this bed is the most boring thing I've ever done. White walls, white floor, white ceiling, white bed, furniture and linen, white sky outside and white ground below. I guess it goes to prove that I'm perfectly healthy and well on the road to recovery if I'm able to partake in some discreet self pleasure underneath the sheets. There's literally nothing else to do here, after all and I'm a young woman with a healthy body and imagination. Plus it helps me take my mind off the not-so-great aspects of my life at the moment, so it can't be bad.

The girls, sans Misaka, showed up earlier today and we hung out for lunch. I've been told Misaka will be returning in a couple days with a little present for me. I was worrying for her safety flying solo, but I've been informed she's under the escort of Evelyn. I wonder what she'll be bringing back with her?

I know I shouldn't complain about free food but it's really not all that flash here. The "roast beef" seems to be lacking in both "roast" and "beef". I'd so much prefer one of Misaka's home-cooked meals... I can't wait for her to come back.

Entry#: 108
Date: 10 - 07 - 818 AS @ 09:13 SUT
Title: Untitled.

Well, the good news first. I'm allowed to go home today. The doctor told me earlier this morning that so long as I avoid any strenuous activities and keep changing my bandages every day I am free to go. Basically that means doling out the housework to everyone else and relaxing. Not at all hard to comply there, I think.

Only thing I'm waiting on now is for Misaka to come back with her "present". As soon as she shows up I'm packing my things and getting out of here. But, to go to Liberty to retrieve this "get well soon gift", it has to be something special. I hope she comes back today, I don't think I could stand another "night" in this place. Who ever installed the blinds in this room needs a good hard smack because they don't quite completely block out the light, which is something of an issue when a day on Berlin lasts for almost a standard year.

I'm really not liking being unable to have a normal shower. The wound on my leg has to be kept dry at all times, so I've been relegated to sitting in an oversized bathtub with a sponge, a hose and a nurse to help me out. Sadly, as wonderfully kind as the nurses here are, they aren't exactly my dream come true. I find myself yearning for the same treatment from Misaka.

Mmm... I wouldn't mind a sponge bath from Nurse Mikoto one bit. Hurry up and get your butt back here you adorable devil!

Entry#: 109
Date: 12 - 07 - 818 AS @ 20:13 SUT
Title: Untitled.

It feels good to be back on the Alsatia, of that I am damn sure. My little princess has returned, and the presents she brought with her more than covering the lapse in her attendance.

First thing she brought was "Admiral" Rall, taking time off his duties to come and pay his mistress a visit just before I was released. Made me feel a little bit happier knowing that he wanted to make the effort to come see me. I tried to show him our child hooning about inside of me, although I don't think he really understood what was happening when I rested his hand on my belly - I suspect he thought I was trying to garner sex from him given the reaction I got.

Poor guy.

Gunther sadly couldn't hang around for too long, cutting our little rendezvous after only a few minutes. Which was a pity because I was hoping to use him as a crutch to get myself out of that hospital bed. Sadly the war effort of Rheinland took precedence, so I was left to the care of the stunning "Nurse Mikoto".

The other present she brought back, of all things, was a gorgeous little outfit mocking that of the staff of the hospital. This girl... I've gone and corrupted her, quite thoroughly.

The Misaka I first met would never have done such a bold and delicious thing. Not that I mind one little bit of course. She knows exactly how to make me smile, and seems intent on doing just that to the absolute best of her abilities.

Either way, with a wheelchair on loan from the hospital I was taken out to the landing pad where I was greeted by the Alsatia sitting proudly upon the tarmac; towering over and humbling the singe-seaters surrounding her. The last place I can remember her being is snowed under at Gunther's house - when I asked how it ended up here, the girls simply smiled and refused to tell me citing it as "classified information", before Misaka handed me the keys.

White devils, the lot of 'em.

The ship is noticeably cleaner than I remember it being; I guess the girls kept themselves occupied waiting for me to come back with cleaning every inch of the old girl. Speaking of cleaning...

I've been promised, by Nurse Mikoto, a good, hot bath to get myself back into serviceable condition. I haven't seen a razor in nearly two weeks, I can feel the stubble in various places... and it's not at all pleasant. I can't imagine my odour is all that pleasing either, since I haven't seen decent cleaning in all the time I was in hospital; the head of hair I'm normally so proud of is hopelessly tangled up and in desperate need of shampoo and a brush put to it. The bandages on my wound still need to be changed daily, of course Misaka is also handling that.

The skirt that came with the uniform she brought, does seem to be not quite the right size - it doesn't go down far enough to protect Misaka's modesty when viewed from the height of the bed, leaving very little to the imagination, although judging by her movements she was fully aware of this fact and enjoying my eyes leering all over her body.

She was wearing white cotton earlier... my favourite.

Entry#: 110
Date: 13 - 07 - 818 AS @ 21:58 SUT
Title: There is a cat on my ship.

Why is there a cat on my ship?