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Entry#: 071
Date: 21 - 02 - 818 AS @ 10:44 SUT
Title: I think I'm a Rheinlander now.

This entry is being written from - and I don't quite believe this myself - the private residence of Katrina Mitzi, of the Rheinland Military Valkyries, Planet Stuttgart.

Putting the details aside, I, for the first time in my life, have a "home" on solid ground. It occurred to me earlier that I've lived in space my whole life, barring the odd holiday or excursion planet-side.

Katrina very graciously allowed all five of us to shack up at her house on Stuttgart. In spite of the fact that I'm sure we make horrendous guests, being a collection of loud, offensive teen-and-tween -agers.

Everything has just been piling on top of me lately, since I went and got us all involved in a war we really had nothing to do with prior. Getting the Maelstrom back to Puerto Rico without being detected was akin to running a gauntlet of fire. I did manage to get back unharmed, but not undetected - I detected a Liberty patrol consisting of some sort of bigship and a handful of fighters prowling around looking for me in Texas. Luckily they never caught up with us - Maelstrom was built for laying siege to other large vessels such as destroyers and battleships. It's actually very weak against a swarm of fighters, especially if they are carrying torpedoes.

I dumped my abducted crew of Junkers and chucked everyone into my two fighters, myself and Misaka in the White Devil, with Fumika flying the bomber. Together we flew back to Hamburg being sure to give the patrol a wide berth.

There wasn't any one reason for going back to Hamburg, I just felt that I can't really stay in Liberty any more. Rheinland seems the next best place barring returning home to Bretonia. But I doubt anyone there would appreciate a Scylla floating around - it's of the same design as what the Mollies of Dublin use.

In all honesty I have no intentions to support Rheinland in this war. I don't think very highly of the government here - the effective dictatorship imposed by the Chancellor and those who support him.

With that said and in line with what I've always believed - I can't and don't dislike the people here. In the short time I've been inside the borders I've had nothing but positive encounters with the local population - from the dockworkers on Alster to the farmers of Stuttgart. The place has its problems, for sure, but overall it's not bad.

That all might be the Rheinlander in me talking. I've never associated with my Rheinland heritage much, but I think it's tampering with my thought pattern now. And for all I know my father is still running around here, somewhere. Wonder what would happen if I ran into him....

On the other hand, Liberty doesn't look like a great prospect right now. The cat's out of the bag, as it were - the Navy is fully aware of Maelstrom's existence and I'm probably wanted for destroying the LNS Tyrant.

For the time being I have a safe haven here in Rheinland. Once we've all had time to rest, I'll decide what I'm going to do with the Alsatia, my salvager and the other ships within the McDowell Company Fleet.

Entry#: 072
Date: 22 - 02 - 818 AS @ 21:29 SUT
Title: Untitled.

So this is the second day that we've crashed at Katrina's place. I tried to convince her to make us useful doing chores or something but she seemed insistent that we stay planet-side and avoid causing any trouble, of which I have proven myself quite adept.

So all five of us spent the day meandering about the locality, checking out some of the cities and towns around the area in one of those ground-travelling auto-mobiles. Those things are fun...

We're now all exceptionally well fed on what has to be the best damn food I've ever had and we're all pretty well beat from the day's travels. I don't think I've seen Sakura happier ever. When she smiles I just get happy. In fact, when she's happy, everyone's a bit happier. Happiness is the operational word, here. There hasn't been a great deal of it around lately.

As nice as Stuttgart is, I can't stay here forever. At least, not in someone else's house.

The Alsatia, Maelstrom and my Salvage Frigate are tucked away in the safety of Puerto Rico, so far beyond the Navy's reach it's for all intents and purposes lawman proof. My two fighters that I dragged out here are locked up at the orbital docking ring. Neither of them stand out here, which is quite relieving. I feel as if I could leave them running with the doors open and they'd still be here. Stuttgart is just so relaxed and laid back. You'd almost forget about the war, about the government, about the activists and radical terrorists the planet has spawned.



I really do like this planet. Perhaps, when my time comes to retire, I will move here permanently.

But for now, I have to find a way to make us useful. I can't just sit around and use up someone else's toilet paper without paying anything for it.

Entry#: 073
Date: 25 - 02 - 818 AS @ 19:29 SUT
Title: Untitled.

The other day I was lucky enough to run into Katrina's commander, a young man by the name of Gunther Rall. I forget exactly what his title was but it sounded important and manly.

Rather interesting fellow, this one. The scary part is he's a Military top-dog and he's only two years older than me. Well, according to my sources anyway. Don't know what he looks like up close, since we only met in space, but going by what the other Military officers I've been speaking to have said he's supposed to be quite aesthetically pleasing.

He also seems disinterested in women in general. I wonder if he's still chaste. It would explain his reaction when I offered to go to bed with him.

This might get interesting...

Putting that aside, the important thing is I've found a way to earn my keep. He wants my maps of Liberty. That's all well and good; but therein lies the laborious task of actually retrieving, downloading and processing the data. It's all locked away in the Alsatia's computer core.

Getting back into Puerto Rico is never all that hard, especially in light fighter craft such as ours - which are too small for the Navy to pick up across the Texas wastelands. There is a minimal chance of simply running into a patrol, but that hasn't happened yet.

That's the easy part. The real challenge is going to be decompiling all the data into something a human can read. I'm no Lane Hacker, I only know how to use the Alsatia's computers from blind trial-and-error.

We'll be setting off together tomorrow to retrieve the Alsatia. Once there I'll download her map data wholesale and throw it on a portable drive I've been given for the purpose and let some boffin on Berlin handle it.

They'll have knowledge of just about every single jumphole, battleship, navy and commercial installation in the entire Liberty house.

That will buy a lot of toilet paper.

Entry#: 074
Date: 28 - 02 - 818 AS @ 07:44 SUT
Title: Untitled.

That was relatively painless. The trek across Texas was, as expected, completely mundane. We arrived at Vieques yesterday "afternoon", stowed the two fighters in Alsatia's cargo bays and spent the night on board. I actually was starting to miss the "hen house". Sure, staying planet side every now and then is nice, but I just feel at home here. Plus it allows me to have some private time with Misaka. We're all pretty liberal when it comes to skinship around each other on board the Alsatia, so long as little Sakura is asleep or otherwise not present. Cramped up on the floor of someone else's guest bedroom is a different kettle of fish.

Putting that aside.

I managed to extract the map data from Alsatia's computer system and download them to a flash drive. Every jumphole, jumpgate and tradelane, as well as every civilian, military and unlawful base in the entire Liberty house will very shortly be available to Rall and his team. All that I need to do now is hand it over.

I figure, since I'm here, I should dig out the Salvager and make some money. The grapevine told me Vierlande Prison in Hamburg is buying scrap metal for a good price, supposedly to prop up the prisoners' hard labour.

So it looks like another trip to the remains of the Dallas Incident is in order. Either I stumbled on the best-kept secret in the Junkers universe or I'm the only one crazy enough to willingly fly into a radioactive dust cloud. Either way I've been making a killing off what I haul out. Steel is the most common, and has a decent price. The real money makers are expensive alloys. Every now and then I'll drag in a piece of machinery or something, full of copper or superconductors or some other tasty metal.

The cost of maintaining the radiation shielding is small compared to the ease of which I can turn a profit with this stuff. It beats the hell out of smuggling across blockades or getting shot at by raiders at every turn, that's for sure. No-one bats an eye at a Salvager, not police, not military, not pirates. They all assume I have nothing of value on board. Just the way I like it.

Entry#: 075
Date: 04 - 03 - 818 AS @ 07:17 SUT
Title: Untitled.

I actually was starting to miss the Alsatia. For all the problems with living in this ship, the old girl still makes me feel welcome.

We dragged the Salvager out of vacation, and spent the majority of Monday filling her to the brim with junk from the Grande Negra and hauled the it all back to Culebra Smelter. No remarkable incidents to report there.

At the smelters I exchanged it all for a variety of steel forms. Plates, tubes, rods and so forth.

I had them all loaded up into the Alsatia, and begun the trip back to Rheinland.

Things were quiet for the first stint of the journey, flying through a mixture of open space and coagulations of debris from the Dallas Incident. Things got a bit more interesting when I hit the space near the tradelane linking Houston orbit to the Hudson Jumpgate.

My scanners picked up three big targets. Two Assault Battlecruisers and a Siege cruiser.

I undertook avoidance manoeuvres and flew a wide arc around the suspect ships. It became apparent they weren't interested in me but rather were attempting to demolish a fighter for some reason. As I flew past it became clear that whatever they were doing; they were doing it wrong.

Three cruiser-class vessels attempting to bring down a single fighter, and they simply could not land a shot on it. As Alsatia drifted past I observed the fighter craft break away and shoot off into deep space.

Sharing a giggle at Liberty's expense we continued our journey and headed for the Jumphole to Hudson, completely unguarded. I don't think Liberty knows it exists, I've never seen ships out here despite them dripping all over the tradelane network between the same systems.

We cleared the dust cloud and hopped into the tradelanes for the rest of the journey.

Alster Shipyards welcomed my return, and I was paid a respectable sum for my cargo.

We spent the night on board the Alsatia, moored at the "wet-dock"; used for in-service ships, as opposed to the "dry-dock" where ships are put for repairs or maintenance.

It feels good being "home". Perhaps some semblance of normality will return to our lives. Everyone's a bit fried after all the excitement of the past month or so.

I dare say we're starting to adapt to life as Rheinlanders. If someone had asked me a year ago to live in Rheinland I'd probably have shot them. But, here we are, Alster Shipyard, Hamburg System, in the heart of Rheinland space.

Sehr gutt.

Entry#: 076
Date: 06 - 03 - 818 AS @ 16:31 SUT
Title: I'm a secretary.

After getting some well earned rest on board Alster Shipyards we set out to deliver the information requested by Rall.

We met at a pre-determined time and location in orbit over Planet Stuttgart under the protection of Battleship Karlsruhe. Using a transfer drone I sent him the documents, and in return I received a payment of a hundred million credits to my neural net account.

At some point during the ensuing conversation Rall mentioned to me that more work was available. I thought it was some espionage, informancy or other such interesting work. Something suiting my personality.

In fact, I was asked to organise his roster and officer database. Seems he couldn't be bothered to do it himself and offered attractive wages for me to work for him as what amounts to a secretary, basically.

So here I am, sifting through a mound of paper work attempting to decode Rall's handwriting.

At least, sitting here, on board Alsatia, moored at Stuttgart's Orbital Docking Ring, I am unlikely to get shot at by anything. Kana and Fumika are taking full advantage of the down time to enjoy each other's company behind closed doors, whilst Misaka and little Sakura are helping me sort out this sea of paper that was supposed to be Rall's job.

Despite the tedious nature of organising all this information, I don't think I've been so relaxed in quite a while. Plus, knowing full well what the two love birds are up to behind me is putting me in the mood myself.... just have to wait for Sakura to fall asleep.

Entry#: 077
Date: 11 - 03 - 818 AS @ 16:31 SUT
Title: Breen... Brown... Braun.... sausage?

I'm now reporting from mooring point One adjacent Mecklenburg Station in the Braunsausage system. I've been here two days and I still can't pronounce the name right.

I arrived under escort of my favourite Major General and some of his crew, who saw fit to allow me to shack up nearby his office.

This guy has an irresistibly charming aura of innocence about him. I can't help but pick on the poor bastard. It's like playing with a new born kitten, ever so gently poking his rump to get a meow out of him, or pulling on his tail or jabbing his feet with a Q-tip when he's asleep. I know it's cruel and abusive but I just can't control my urge to do it.

Flirtatious conversation and innuendo sure keeps him on his toes, and it's quite easy to make him embarrassed and go silent for a while. It's quite cute how he reacts to my advances, trying his best to dodge me whilst hiding behind his mask of Military might. He's probably never had a girl with a strong mind like myself take an interest in him. Actually, one such conversation we held in space around Mecklenburg garnered the fact he's never had a girl full stop. Which kind of explains a lot.

He's such a sweetheart, I'm certain he'd be able to nab himself a wonderful girlfriend if he applied himself to the mission. He complains about not having the time for it, but at this rate he'll be a withered old man before he gets his priorities straight. I just need to get him to figure that out.

The other day we all ended up in his office on board the station. He went out for some reason, leaving all five of us stuffed into this tiny little room whose only feature of note is a porthole to the space outside, displaying the backdrop of Braunsausage. With Rall out, I set my plan in motion. I discreetly removed a copy of "Schone Frauen" that I'd picked up along the way here from my jacket and discreetly installed it into his office desk. Hopefully it'll help him along with finding out how it works.

All this adult conversation has had an effect on Misaka, it seems. She was getting jealous and a bit catty because of the amount of attention I was paying Rall. I explained to her, during a hugging session, that underneath it all, I'm completely and 100% devoted to her and her alone. I'm not quite sure what sort of effect that it had but Misaka knows I've always been one for telling things exactly as they are. With that said, the emotions of a pubescent girl are not something that can be easily controlled.

However, I am drifting quite far from the original topic. I'm here, in the hospitality of the Rheinland Military running through the hellish gauntlet of paperwork which accumulated on Rall's desk. I'm being paid quite comfortably to sort, organise and publish it all in a format other people can actually use.

I don't mind it here at all.

Entry#: 078
Date: 17 - 03 - 818 AS @ 19:17 SUT
Title: Well that was fun.

A couple days ago, I was happily enjoying some private time with Misaka, when, out of bloody nowhere, Rall appears at the catwalk of my ship, demanding to be let in.

After donning a level of clothing more appropriate for standing before a Major, I opened the airlock and let him in. He didn't seem one bit happy.

He demanded, behind a lightly-blushing face, that I put some clothes on and come with him right away to help him with something exceptionally important which he couldn't explain to me then and there.

"What's in it for me?" I asked, putting on my famous flirtatious persona.

Rall, being the innocent-minded young lad that he is, responded with "Well, what do you want? Credits?"

"I want..... you." As I attempted to capture the young major in a crushing bear hug by launching off the bulkhead behind me.

Rall, after deftly avoiding the latest of my advances promptly replied with "Damn it Eva, this is important. People's lives are at stake!".

Way to kill the mood, Major.

"What's the problem and why do you need me to fix it" I asked, adjusting myself from my recent failure, bearing little more than panties and a singlet on my person.

Rall divulged the situation in detail, the abridged version being the RNC Altenburg had come under attack in Bremen by a group of Libertonians known as the "Gold Wing"; that there was a total lack of immediately available fighter pilots and he needed me to jump in one of his ships and help him out.

Never one to turn down a potential pay cheque I donned my space suit and after a few minutes had passed I sat in the cockpit of a Wraith Rheinlander fighter.

I was taught combat basics over the radio as Rall, myself, and a random assortment of Valkyries and Reservists thundered towards the Bremen System. The Altenburg had been in contact with Mecklenburg for the duration of the battle however transmissions worryingly ceased as we approached the jumphole.

Once on the other side we quickly flew to the orbit of Planet Bremerhaven, where the Altenburg had been engaged by the Gold Wing.

We got there just fast enough to bear witness to the ship cracking apart and falling into the planet's atmosphere.


Once we reached the scene of the battle, Rall and the experienced members of the ad interim fighter wing broke out of formation and engaged the Gold Wing pilots. I, having basically no idea what I was doing, dove in and started shooting at what I hoped was the enemy.

I learnt this later, but the target I had picked was an Upholder Liberty Bomber, a sluggish but torpedo-capable version of the Liberator. I begun unloading green plasma up the arse of the thing like a lime jelly enema, and he was none-too-pleased, I quickly earned myself some lasers from another fighter called in to get me off the Bomber.

After the fight I was told my avoidance technique was up there with the best of pilots, but at the time I just randomly flailed the ship around whilst maintaining a hold on my target. Despite being under fire from a fighter right behind me, I relentlessly pummelled the bomber in front until it lost control, spun over on itself and exploded.

One down, a dozen to go. I located the other of this slower, meatier type of ship and started laying into it, the second bomber suffering the same fate as the first, falling to the bolts of green plasma.

Gunnykins and Putzi - Hans Putzkammer - were having their own little adventure dealing with an onslaught of real fighter craft. The Major was fairing quite well, but Putzi, on the other hand... wasn't. Of all fourteen ships on the Rheinland side, he was the only one who bailed. His Wraith copping the bad side of a Nuclear Mine forced him to abandon it and take up residence in an escape pod. Luckily for him the Gold Wing chose to abide by the rules of war regarding escape pods - most others would shoot it or smear it across the front window without second thought.

Although Putzi had been served a slice of humble pie, the rest of the gang were fairing better. We had the number advantage, Liberty had skill - but not quite enough.

Two of their fighters suffered the same fate as Putzi, the numbers now reading thirteen on our side and ten on theirs. It became apparent that we were beginning to overwhelm the remaining pilots.

The Gold Wing leader broke off and attempted to leg it back to safety, with the rest of his team in tow. One more Liberty ship would be destroyed after being hit with a cruiser disruptor missile and consequently being utterly swamped by fourteen angry Rheinlanders.

Almost as quick as they had appeared, the enemy force vanished - ran back to the safety of the Liberty Police State, to lick their wounds and no doubt contemplate their vengeance.

I, being the generous soul that I am, volunteered to bring Putzi back to base, his Wraith now decorating the surface of Bremerhaven. I scooped up his escape pod and together we trundled back to Braunschweig.

Once on board I was treated to some much-needed alcohol from Rall's private collection and a stern talking to from my beloved Misaka - I'd left her in a very compromising position in our quarters several hours ago. I didn't have the balls to tell her what I'd really been up to and instead made up some bull**** about highly classified paperwork, which, luckily, Rall parroted when asked.

So it looks like I'm a combat fighter pilot now.

Entry#: 079
Date: 21 - 03 - 818 AS @ 07:57 SUT
Title: Grocery Shopping. And other stuff.

I woke up the other day and made an attempt to produce a coffee. To my shock and dismay I was out of coffee. In fact, upon closer inspection, I was out of a lot of things. We've been loitering around Braunsausage for over a fortnight now, and the stockpile of food rations, water and oxygen were all getting a bit low. Mecklenburg only stocks what it needs; I couldn't just go in and buy out the whole station.

I concluded that some grocery shopping was in order. Rousing Misaka from her slumber proved to be quite entertaining in of itself.

I floated from my own bunk, the upper tier of a set of two, finding a messed up, approximately spherical ball of chocolate coloured hair holding the girl's face within residing in the lower bed. I deftly and silently placed myself on top of her without disturbing the peace, abusing the lack of gravity that space provides. With my hands either side of Misaka's body I pulled myself in closer, ending up mere centimetres from her face, still in sleep mode.

Keeping dead silent I could hear Misaka's gentle breathing, soft and quiet, perfectly suitable for a princess.

I closed what little space remained between us and stole a long, passionate kiss. At least, passionate on my side. Misaka was still asleep. As I was enjoying the moment, I felt two hands reach up behind me and pull me in closer. The young mistress seemed to have become aware of my presence. Or was it an automatic response? Either way we were locked in an embrace for what seemed like hours.

"And good morning to you, Eva.", the first words spoken by the hazel-eyed wonder that lay before me, millimetres away.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of being woken up in such a manner? Or are you just in the mood for "it" so early in the morning?" Misaka asked, now covered in a light blush.

My mood-spoiling reply was "Grocery shopping, Misaka.". I watched her stare blankly for a moment, gain comprehension of what I had just said and the expression on her face change from an intimate arousal to vague displeasure.

"We can continue this once we've finished buying everything.", as I once again closed the negligible distance between us, and this time, secured a mutually permissive exchange, her face changing from the vague displeasure to an expression suitable for my eyes only, almost bringing about myself disregarding the day's duties and disrobing on the spot.

I reluctantly pushed myself out of the confines of the lower bunk, leaving Misaka to untie herself and get ready for the day's events.

Some time later and with the mood well and truly set we fired up the Alsatia's engines and left the sanctuary of Braunsausage for Planet Stuttgart. As it turned out, the Major General decided to tag along and keep us company.

The day's duties, in dot point form:

Buy a variety of food supplies for both short and long term storage
Refill water tank
Repressurise oxygen tanks
Replace failed No. 2 turret with another of the same
Fill the fuel tanks
Locate and peruse an adult boutique for the evenings plans.


I was aiming to run into Mitzi as a secondary objective, however I didn't get my hopes up greatly, knowing she's likely to be on duty in some far corner of space. The trip to Stuttgart was quick and painless without anything of note to report. I moored to the orbital docking ring without incident and enlisted a planetary descent capable taxi craft to assist the transferral of the goods I purchased to the Alsatia.

After spending a couple hours loitering around the place looking for things to buy, we packed up and left Stuttgart and returned to Braunsausage. The trip back was as uneventful as the trip down.

I moored the Alsatia to Mecklenburg after a full day of boring, mundane flying. I had thought ahead and sent Sakura, Kana and Fumika off to their own quarters well in advance, leaving just myself and Misaka on the bridge.

Not three seconds after hitting the engine shutdown button I had thrown off my seatbelt and promptly pushed myself off the control deck, flying directly for Misaka who had conveniently been floating in mid-air behind me. Our faces, and thereafter our mouths, came together, still drifting across the bridge. We collided with the bulkhead at the back of the room, not hard enough to cause damage but hard enough to set the tone for the remainder of the evening.

At least, that was the plan. I had barely removed Misaka's spats when as if out of bloody nowhere Rall shows up -again- at the airlock demanding to be let in.

Once again, I appeared at the airlock wearing very little, visibly displaying my discontent as his impeccable timing. What meagre assets I possess in full view beneath a hopelessly thin, sheer white nightgown and a pair of white, lace panties. This of course caused stuttering, averted eyes and an adorable blush from the young Major.

In amongst the commotion Rall did manage to ask for my help, again. According to his sources a Rheinland cruiser captain had gone against orders and entered Texas space without warrant. I was promptly tasked with, and paid, to investigate the incident as a low-profile, neutral party. The Alsatia has avoided becoming a target by the Liberty lawkeepers and thus is well suited to observing the problem.

So, after re-donning mine and Misaka's clothing, we set out from Mecklenburg and headed for Texas via. Hamburg and Bering. Kana and Fumika were both roused from.... whatever they were doing... in their room and appeared back on the bridge. The little princess, however, was dead to the world. Nothing was going to wake her up.

The flight to Bering was, as usual, boring and mundane, however in this case I was able to keep my spirits up by playing a game of dressups with a charmingly flustered Misaka. By the end of the Tradelane linking the Hamburg gate to Freeport 2 she was wearing a Kusari girl's high school uniform, animal ears headband and a tail held on with a belt about her pubescent hips.

Our little game, sadly, would be cut short by the unexpected presence of an unusual armada of Liberty ships present at the jumpgate linking Bering to Texas. There is often a ship or two stationed there to ward off potential blockade runners; but this was well beyond that. A dreadnought, battlecruiser, bomber and a solitary fighter.

When I arrived, I met what seemed to be the tail end of an engagement between Liberty and Rheinland. I was able to witness a gunboat getting torn to shreds by the the dreadnought bearing LNS Pacific on the side. I sat there and watched the spectacle. Whoever had ordered this ship out here, had basically signed the crew's death certificates. The thing was annihilated.

I enquired what was going on over a broadcast channel and the commander of the LNS Champion, a ship I'm quite familiar with, replied stating that a Rheinland task force had invaded Texas and this was the end of that invasion.

The thing about the Champion and "his" captain is they have never born arms against me despite the fact we're on opposite ends of the war. And quite thankfully so. The Alsatia wouldn't have a chance in hell of surviving an onslaught from a battlecruiser. He even held back his accessories the dreadnought and bomber, whom were sent back through the jumpgate into Texas.

Thus would begin a rather captivating and intelligent conversation with the captain of the ship, Ian Thorpe and the ship _itself_ an artificial intelligence named "Vergil". We discussed things ranging from the advances in AI technology to when we'd last scored with a girl.

This guy is alright, I reckon. He's miles more intelligent than the special-ed classes that crew most of the Secondary fleet of Liberty, rivalling the minds of those in the Primary Fleet admiralty. And he didn't try to kill me, which is good. We ended up loitering around Freeport 2, enjoying the pseudo safety of the no-fire-zone enforced by the owners.

However by that time I'd been awake a good 18 hours and it was starting to show. I had to end the wonderful encounter with Vergil and his owner and return to Rheinland to get some much needed rest. I set the Alsatia on autopilot with the "alert when input required" setting active and got in some powernap time during tradelane travel en-route to Braunsausage, thus ending my day of grocery shopping.

I arrived back at Mecklenburg a zombie, parked the Alsatia and promptly fell asleep.

However, there is a positive ending to this story. When I finally woke up the next morning at something resembling the standard "midday", I found Misaka lusciously adorned with nothing more than a black lace bra and panties, in much the same position as I had been the morning prior. She was just as frustrated as me at the recent lack of fulfilment brought about by recent events. I wasted no time in disrobing what scant protection she had and revelling in the young maiden's bashfulness at being completely exposed to my devious eyes in the full light of the cabin we called home.

I was indulging myself in Misaka's deliciously youthful, supple skin, massaging her most private of places, evoking soft, deeply intimate mews from her when the door suddenly slid open, presenting a little girl standing in the hallway, bearing a hand-made picture of her recently acquired family in pastel coloured crayons. The child had spent the morning drawing with the other two lovebirds making up the Alsatia's crew, whom had sent Sakura in knowing full well what was going on behind the closed door to the captain's quarters.

The innocent girl witnessed a seemingly empty room, the two grown-ups remaining perfectly silent, hoping like hell Sakura would not investigate the top bunk which the two adults were residing in, having absolutely nothing to hide their activity from the intruder. I had my fingers somewhere quite embarrassing; Misaka was frozen solid on top of me, fully aware of the severity of the situation we found ourselves in.

The little girl observed the "empty" room momentarily, before closing the sliding door and hopping off down the hallway, her magnetised boots hammering echoes throughout the ship as she did so. The very moment the door closed, Misaka threw herself off of me, almost taking my hand with her as she made a dive for the door lock. In a mere second or two the door was locked, Misaka back to her original position and my hands free to complete the task at hand.

I don't think we've ever been as... vicious... with each other as we were that day. The frustration we both bore was released over the course of the rendezvous in spectacular fashion. I hold no doubt the others were able to hear us, but I didn't care and neither did Misaka.

Entry#: 080
Date: ERROR INCORRECT SYNTAX
Title: I think I am in trouble.

I'm not quite sure how it happened, but, this morning when I woke up I found myself in quite a compromising situation.

Butt naked, in Rall's office.

The very first thing my severely debilitated cognitive recognition picked up was Gunther, asleep on his back, next to me on the carpeted floor of the office.

The second great revelation came when I realised he, too, was almost completely naked. The only item of clothing still attached was a white business shirt; the rest of his garments strewn across the office, mixed up with mine.

The third recognition was the number of empty bottles of something spread out around the place.

Bearing a massive headache I clumsily collected my clothing and haphazardly redressed myself. Gunther would have to figure it out himself.

I moved as fast as my hung over body permitted to the dock which held the Alsatia, let myself in and tip-toed around until I located some strong coffee.

Floating in zero-g, drinking my refresher I collected my thoughts on what I had seen. I managed to recall Katrina hauling Gunther back into his office after some kind of event yesterday, which I remembered as being important but found myself unable to recall any details thereof. I also remember him cracking open a bottle of the same something I located and guzzling it down. I also remember doing the same.

Everything after that is a blank.

Once I had sculled my coffee I begun operations on how I was going to handle the situation. I didn't want to entertain the idea of that but looking at the evidence present I had no choice but to accept the real possibility that I'd taken Gunther's virginity during the night.

I had a long, hot shower to clear what remained of the booze out of my system and threw on some clean clothes. I made my way to the Alsatia's bridge and fired up the electronics.

By the time I was ready to face the world, Rall himself had woken up, no doubt as confused as I was, and was loitering in space around the station in his Wraith fighter.

I tentatively enquired about his condition - my reply was, perhaps thankfully, that he had no recollection of the night before and assumed he had a party. However through pure guilt alone I was forced to disclose everything my memory served up regarding the event - that I was pretty much certain we'd had sex whilst both blind drunk, all over a secure channel. His reaction was akin to "stunned mullet" and disbelief at first. But as I recalled the timeline of the evening prior Gunther quickly begun to realise it made sense and that I had, in fact, stolen his innocence. He claimed absolutely no recollection of the incident.

How the hell am I going to tell Misaka about this? Our relationship has been built on a pillar of mutual trust. I've always been a bit of a flirt and Misaka understands that talking and touching are far removed from each other. But now that I've broken that trust, what will she think?

Luckily at the time in question, the girls were all off duty and asleep themselves - Misaka no doubt stayed up late waiting for me to return. I don't even remember how I ended up in Rall's office.

During the discussion with Gunther I came to the realisation that it would be best for everyone if I disappeared for a little while. If Misaka learnt of what happened and was within gunshot range of Gunther, things might get ugly. She's never brought harm to another person before but this goes beyond anything we've ever gone through.

I took control of the Alsatia, backed her out of the wet-dock and, after saying my farewells to Gunther (still loitering around Mecklenburg and still somewhat hung over himself), I left Braunschweig and started on a flight back to Puerto Rico.

I'm now staring out the front window looking at the Bremen system as I fly along a shortcut I was previewed to earlier. ****'s gonna hit the fan when Misaka wakes up. Telling her what I did is going to be painful, though not telling her would be even worse.