Entry#: 091
Date: 16 - 05 - 818 AS @ 09:05 SUT
Title: Untitled.
Well... two interesting events to report.
First off, the strange incident involving what I can only assume were juvenile nomads, or "morphs" as people seem to call them, buzzing about the Jersey Debris Field and Rochester itself.
For reasons known only to them they seemed to bear an attraction to my ship. Using what I assume is language learned from floating around other people they described my ship as a "steelskin". Rather unusual, but not incorrect term. I've never really understood much about these little blue things, the way they communicate is awkward, too. All I hear is some grammatically incorrect, single words over a constant hum and what sounds like a heartbeat through the radio...
These little morphs, as far as I can tell, are completely harmless, like a newborn baby. I am of the belief that even a child born into a family of murderous pirates shall be considered innocent until such point they commit a crime of their own - and the same applies to these Nomads. They are rather cute little things, too. I understand some people, who have been exposed to the grown-up versions of these things, not thinking twice about terminating them, but I just can't do it.
I don't really know how it happened, but I ended up trying to explain to them human reproductive biology. I think it started when I referred to the smaller ones as "kittens" and the larger one being the "mother cat". According, again, to their strange grasp of spoken English, they described their life cycle as "growing" out of light instead of being created during mating, as we humans are.
Or... something. I didn't really understand most of what they "said". I suppose they acted no differently to a human child being introduced to how babies are made.
I described as best as I could manage, the process involved in the creation of human life. Copulation, insemination, fertilisation and growth inside the womb. I think the poor things were a bit confused by my description, yet seemed keen enough when I demonstrated the physical form of the female reproductive organs using my own body, through the large windows on the bridge of the Alsatia.
All this was within a few kilometres of Rochester space, mind. So of course someone eventually showed up, and as soon as they threatened the little morphs they high-tailed it out of there and disappeared, thus concluding the first of the two events to report.
The second, is that Vixen, the controller of the "Wildcat" is currently shacked up in the spare room at the end of the upper deck. The conversation that became the catalyst for this started out with her melancholic complaint of being cold and somewhat lonely; followed by my offer of a warm bed and some company for her to make use of.
Since Gunther hasn't been around to make use of his quarters, they have, of course, filled up with more of the same sort of miscellaneous junk that occupies most of the ship. I had to commandeer poor Misaka to help me clean the room out, as Kana and Fumika were... occupied... and of course the darling princess Sakura was fast asleep in her own room.
After having the room cleaned, I presented it to Vixen, who seemed pleased just to have someone to talk to. Bret, her new-found lover, has apparently disappeared on a journey to Gallia - a rumour suggests he's been captured by the Naval forces there and is being held prisoner for reasons unknown. I can only pray that he comes back safe; Vixen is really distraught at the prospect of losing the man she only recently gave herself to. I, for now, can only be a crotch to keep her supported while she waits and hopes for Bret to return.
As much as it pains me to say so, there is very little else I can do. I can't just go into Gallia and start waving my cruiser around like I normally do down here in Liberty. Gaelic naval technologies - and the officers controlling them, are considerably more potent than, say, your average Liberty reservist with an outdated and poorly maintained gunboat.
I still have no idea where Gunther has gone, and I worry for his well being. He hasn't made any contact with me since he snuck out. I'm beginning to think he won't ever come back... I promised myself I wouldn't let my emotions get the better of me during my pregnancy. I will stand tall no matter what happens. Even if my child never knows his or her father.
Entry#: 092
Date: 20 - 05 - 818 AS @ 20:35 SUT
Title: Untitled.
Tonight's report comes from one of the wet-docks of Vieques Shipyard, neatly sandwiched between the rest of my property, the Maelstrom and the Salvager.
I decided moping around Rochester, taking up space in the bar would do us all absolutely no good what so ever. I then filled the Alsatia to the brim with supplies and floated off to Puerto Rico, where I now find myself.
I've noticed lately that I've become somewhat stagnant in the conduction of my life. I haven't been as active as I'm used to. I guess being pregnant has finally caught up with me. The last week or so, excluding the trip down here, been spent station-side.
Where as up until recently I would have been loathe to hang around Vieques any longer than required, I'm now content to relax here as best as the surrounding environment allows one to. Seeing the Maelstrom resplendent in her new livery cheered me up considerably, as did meeting some of the old faces I've not seen for some time.
In family news, and perhaps as to have been expected, I have not heard of or from Gunther since the last entry. My princess, Misaka, has been supportive of me during this little "rough patch" I've been having. I blame it on the levels of stress that have surrounded me lately, but I've noticed I've been emotionally unstable these last couple weeks. I am able to admit I broke down and just started crying for no outwardly visible reason on the flight down here, and Misaka just held me until I cheered up. I'm glad this is the woman I'm going to be spending the rest of my life with. She's warm, soft and fluffy. Just the sort of person to compliment me, who is anything but.
The air-head Kana and her chaperon, the ever-gallant Fumika, have been working their arses off keeping things functioning while I've been having my little tanty's. Hell, I was comforted by a 10-year-old girl the other day. I don't know if I should feel proud of her for being able to do so, or feel disgust in myself that I was able to be consoled by someone not even half my age.
Putting such matters aside, the fact of the matter is I need to keep working right up till I'm too round for it to be feasible. I can't just idle about the place, waiting for the day I enter labour. It just isn't me.
Even if my child will never know their father, I will instil unto to the next generation the same resolve my own mother had during her experience of the same situation I now face.
Now, as I finish typing this, it is time for me to join Misaka in our quarters and, hopefully, enjoy the first decent night's sleep I'll have had in a week. That special sleeping-bag-thing I bought today from a very understanding gentleman in Vieques' bazaar should make it easier.
Misaka will now be able to serve me as a giant teddy bear I can cuddle with until I fall asleep. That rather awkward and unappealing ratchet tie-down system that I had to use to keep myself from floating away from my bed - which also made cohabitation within itself rather awkward - can be pissed off and replaced with a more intimate slumber solution.
Now that I think about it this will be the first time we've, literally speaking, slept together. The single bunks never really leant themselves to doing so, although they thankfully did not hinder the other things which can occur within a bed. It's a pity my sex drive seems to have taken a holiday. I suppose it's understandable considering the rest of me wants one too.
Entry#: 093
Date: 26 - 05 - 818 AS @ 16:56 SUT
Title: The old girl's still got some bite behind her.
After waking from one of the most satisfying nights' sleep I've ever had, I commandeered my crew, disembarked from the Alsatia and made our way to the Maelstrom.
She looked absolutely resplendent in her new livery, commissioned during her stay in the dry dock. That combined with the recent replacement of the failed generators and overhaul of the engines, demanded that she be given a chance to stretch her legs and strut her stuff, as the head of the McDowell Company Fleet rightly should.
I had originally intended on a short flight around the system, but I just couldn't leave it that. I ended up sneaking us back into New York via the jumpholes over three days. During that time I had every inch of the ship cleaned and returned to (almost) showroom condition.
The flight across New York space proved to be a highlight of the journey. During the trip through the Badlands I, by what seemed to be mere coincidence, encountered some of my good friends in the Liberty Rogues. Omitting the details of the ensuing conversation we ended up as part of a raiding party assembled to destroy a particular Liberty carrier that had been causing a great deal of trouble for the "local" population - The LNS Independence.
According to the reports I was previewed to the carrier in question had been engaging in repeated attacks on the Rogues in the area, indiscriminately destroying even those ships who surrendered when caught. It had also been seen attempting to breach the Badlands on at least one occasion, albeit being beaten back by a Barghest cluster at the time.
It ended up being the Maelstrom controlled by myself, the Heart of Gold - captained by the ever wonderful Evangeline Jones - plus one of Maelstrom's younger sisters the Rogue Scylla I Blame My Mother and two bombers flown by Diana and Wolf. There might have been more ships in the mix but I was simply lost in a sea of Rogueyness.
We compiled our forces at Rochester Base. From there I impersonated a Liberty ship and called the offending carrier to disclose his location to me, using a scrambler to hide the source of the signals and to hopefully snare the victim. To my utter disbelief it actually worked and we obtained the ship's location. Whilst I continued baiting the carrier claiming to be heavily damaged and on the run from my own accompaniment of allies, we set out on an intercept course across new York space.
We eventually encountered the LNS Independence near the West Point to Norfolk tradelane, bordering the badlands. At that time there were two Scylla, two Barghest, a Gunboat and two fighters on our side, with the carrier, a gunboat buy the name of Pandora and a single fighter on the opposing team.
The fire fight erupted almost the instant my allies were in range. It took the commander of the carrier some time to work out he'd been stooged; but by that time we had the ship in our grasp and quickly begun the "deconstruction" process.
Putting my "training" into practice I took up the role of helping the Maelstrom sink her teeth into the opponent, whilst our favourite raven-haired princess took over the navigational controls avoiding the barrage of laser fire emanating from the Independence. Kana and Fumika between the two of them oversaw the ship's vital signs, including the state of the new generators and engine which were both being pushed to - and beyond - their limits.
The adrenaline rush I felt back there was unlike anything I've experienced before. The utter and total decimation of the enemy forces is something that will put all of us down in the history books. The Maelstrom, her sister and the rest of her stable mates reduced the Independence to smouldering ruins in a matter of minutes. It was the first of the enemy fleet to go down - having attracted the concentrated fire of every single ship available.
From this point on the Liberty gunboat would suffer the same fate, as well as the remaining fighter escort.
The battle ended with not a single causality on our part, which was simply staggering. The might of the Liberty Navy had received complete and total castigation from a motley assortment of ships whose manufacture can only be defined as agricultural - and even that is flattery. The fact we had done so without a single loss to our own side further cementing our place in the history books. The LNS Independence was no more; the aftershock of such a massive failure of Liberty sure to create waves across Sirius and sure to make my name more infamous than it has ever been before.
Fleeing the battle scene before more competent fleets arrived, we high-tailed it back to the concealing safety of the Jersey Debris Field, reflecting back on our spectacular victory the entire trip. Whilst the rest of the Rogues saw fit to go their own ways, Eva Jones decided to stay back and relax with me and my girls.
We partook in a hens' night-come-lingerie-display-come-slumber-party, eventually the lot of us, including little Sakura, conked out in the weightless atmosphere of the Maelstrom's common room at some ungodly hour of the next morning. Some of us were comically floating around in a sleep-deprived stupor, others having tied themselves and their sleeping bags to whatever they could manage, and yet others still indulging in the bare skin of the ones they hold dear. I myself was in the latter group. Misaka, however, was in the first of the three.
When I eventually woke up I found myself in a suspiciously compromising situation and I believe there may have been some underhanded tactics involved, as I distinctly remember passing out with underwear upon my person, yet found no such thing when I awoke - further investigation locating the lost underwear inside Jones' sleeping bag yet without any reason for them being there.
What a way to spend my early pregnancy. I could get addicted to this sort of thing if I'm not careful.
Entry#: 095
Date: 05 - 06 - 818 AS @ 08:41 SUT
Title: Untitled.
Yet again I find myself writing this entry from a place I would never have expected to be doing so. The Alsatia is now sitting on the orbital mooring fixture of Planet New Berlin.
It also seems I've enlisted into the Rheinland Military... the things one does when emotionally distressed.
Me and Gunther had a long, long talk on the way down here from Liberty; I can only wonder why he continues to stand by me. I myself am capable of realising I've caused... without intention but nonetheless... a great deal of pain. In spite of that... he's still here. I don't know what he sees in me any more, but I'm simply grateful that he's allowed me to stay.
Gunther has granted all of us permission to live in his parents' house on the surface of Berlin for the term of my pregnancy, which I think he's doing out of a feeling of commitment rather than the natural urge to do so. I'm going to do everything in my power to not make him regret his decision.
I also turned Gunther's proposal down. At least, for now. Marriage just isn't something I can do as I am today. It simply isn't me. So I wonder why he's continuing to treat me as he is. I don't know any man who'd still want to be around someone like me after the **** I've put him through...
In other news... it seems no matter how hard I try, I always end up bringing fighter ships home. I wonder if it's my psyche telling me something, but lately I've been unable to withstand the temptation to fly a single-seater of some description. I've now got a CTE-6000 Eagle sitting below me, warm and snug inside her mother's protective embrace. The Ichaicha Railgun was sold, for a profit I add, to someone on Kreuzberg Depot earlier today. The ship served her purpose well, but isn't something I have use for any more, so she had to go. Thus leaving me with just the one fighter and, something of a rare occurrence now-a-days, spare room in the cargo bay.
I've been told I'm going to be re-assigned the Grafeisen which I'd left on board Mecklenburg when I'd absconded with the Major General. Since that ship had already been modified to be compatible with the vices and launch ways of the Alsatia, it's a rather convenient scenario. Aside from that, my sentimentality often gets the better of me and I found myself worrying for the well being of that ship while we were apart.
I'm starting to wonder just what I've gotten myself into... My "official" orientation starts in a few hours and I'm to fly my Eagle there, leaving my family back at Gunther's house. I'm... actually nervous...
Entry#: 096
Date: 09 - 06 - 818 AS @ 08:24 SUT
Title: Untitled.
Well, it only took me four days, and I've already "earned" myself shore leave from the Kriegsmarine. I managed to get my Wraith to within an inch of her life in a fight with a Kusarian Ahoudori in Omega 11. A few questions such as "What the **** is an Ahoudori doing in the Omega edge worlds?, why the **** was it working with a Hessian?, and how the **** it managed to survive as long as it did?" sprung up at the time, however the boat is no longer in existence. A case of shoot first, shoot second, shoot some more, and then, when everyone is dead, try and ask questions.
I owe my life to the Grafeisen, she got me back to safety in one piece, however she succumbed to her injuries and fell to her knees in the docks of Battleship Altenburg. When I got to see the ship from the outside... my blood ran cold. She was missing a huge sheet of cowling from the engine compartment, a spray of high-pressure coolant evident from within the blackened and distorted shell.
The ship had been running dry ever since... every logical conclusion leads to a massive core failure, a typical result thereof being a spectacular explosion and the end of the line for whoever was flying. Yet this ship held on... and got me home.
She's due to be out of service for several weeks while being repaired. Lack of a readily available replacement alongside the injuries I sustained in the fight were enough to warrant me a little holiday grounded to Berlin under direct orders not to leave the surface. The person who issued that order, however, has no knowledge of the Alsatia. This is a good thing.
In other news it seems my girls have been enjoying their new home; everyone having acclimatised to the sub-zero temperatures of the seemingly permanent winter of Berlin. Lots of cuddling, snuggling up together under the blankets, sharing of the luxuriously accommodating shower and slothing out in the warmth of the fireplace.
Little Sakura went and got herself a cold the day before last. The story from Misaka tells me she went straight from the shower to the snow drift, diving in head first after refusing to put her clothes on at Misaka's request thus beginning a high speed pursuit through the house. At least she's learnt her lesson. But walking in to Misaka asleep on the couch with this tiny princess asleep across her lap, makes me indescribably happy that I ever met these two.
I have absolutely no plans on staying planetside during my little holiday. I still need to feed six hungry mouths and there is not a chance in hell of paying for that on a Military salary. Honestly, they wonder why no-one wants to fight for Rheinland... they don't pay enough for people to do the **** I did back in Omega-11 once, much less day in and day out.
Entry#: 097
Date: 11 - 06 - 818 AS @ 17:30 SUT
Title: Untitled.
Well, this was definitely unexpected.
The original plan had been to smuggle myself back into Liberty, to organise the purchase of another transport under the McDowell Company Fleet whilst paying my old friends at Rochester a visit as a little detour. I left everyone at Gunther's house on Berlin and took my Eagle, mainly due to the fact I had inside information on a new assignment of vessels tasked to enforce the blockade. Being in the Military has proven itself quite useful as I've been previewed to a significant amount of useful data.
I had flown to Kreuzberg to see if anyone or anything needed a lift across the blockade. Often times a single person needing to appear on the other side will pay much better than an entire shipload of cargo.
That... however... probably won't be happening now.
I knew the second I saw the Heart of Gold moored to Kreuzberg there was a storm on its' way. I docked my Eagle alongside the familiar Rogue gunboat and boarded the station. I quizzed the dock master about the location of the owners of the gunboat and was directed to the bar. The second I entered the room a flashing blur came flying towards me. Before I was even able to cognitively recognise the shape it had grabbed me and wrapped its' arms around my back.
It took me some time to recognise the person who had so suddenly embraced me. The first thing that took my attention was the sufficiently ample breasts pressing up against my own, sadly lacking, female accessories. So it was a woman. Second thing was the jet black hair visible from the corner of my eyes, the woman's head buried into my right shoulder blade. Then that familiar, ever so slightly masculine musk that I instantly recognised as belonging to my favourite Liberty Rogue Underboss, Evangeline Jones.
From there on my wits took over. The first words to come out of my mouth were "I know you like me, Eva, but can't this wait 'till later?".
Eva then released me from her grasp for but a mere moment before recapturing me. This time however, I had the presence of mind to return her affections rather than stand there like a stunned mullet. I put my own arms around her and we shared a nice, warm, comforting hug. The feeling of Jones' breasts rubbing up against mine is something I wish to remember.
After the rather invigorating reunion, which managed to draw the eyes of most of the men present in the bar, I took my seat at the table and joined Eva and her motley crew in drinks. I of course stayed with lemonade, the rest however quite content to get themselves drunk off their tits on the finest alcohol Rheinland had to offer.
Whilst there me and Eva had a little girl-to-girl talk and eventually it concluded in Eva's crew taking control of the Heart of Gold and getting it back to the relative safety of Dawson Base in Hudson; their commander set to fly back with me for a little sleep over on Berlin.
So much for that trip to Liberty. No matter. I'm sure Sakura will be happy to see Eva. The two of them seem to share an inexplicable bond between them even beyond what we share between us. Seeing her favourite Liberty Rogue with the same name as mummy will make the little darlings' day, I'm sure.
Eva no doubt enjoyed being squished in with me in the Eagle on the trip back to Berlin, but I sure as hell didn't. Fitting two people into a cockpit designed for just one is somewhat troublesome. I stopped over to inspect the Alsatia, still sleeping at the orbital docking facility and collected some supplies. Stuffing them into the already overloaded Eagle I flew down through the docking ring's flight path and, after reaching ground level, flew out over Berlin's frozen wastelands.
The fact the house is so far away from the rest of Berlin city is both a blessing and a curse. The fact there is hardly anything man-made visible across the horizon means we have absolute privacy, but on the other hand it also means a long flight through often treacherous atmospheric conditions to reach. Jones took full advantage of this fact, using it as an excuse to latch on to me as the turbulence threw the ship around. Flying almost completely blind in the freezing blizzard that had fallen upon the area, I expertly threw the ship into a snow drift and, after regaining my motor abilities, employed Jones to help me push the snow off the hatch, and disembarked.
We slid across the frozen runway and took shelter inside the long, declined hallway which led deep into the hillside where the house had been constructed. Being entirely subterranean meant it was several degrees warmer inside than out, a significant plus given the weather outside. Whoever designed the place had the right idea, but the lack of windows was somewhat discomforting at first.
When we reached the common room I discovered another heart warming scene in Misaka, once again, asleep propped up on the couch, with our little baby across her lap with a blanket on top. The fire was burning away contentedly, bathing the room in a dull orange glow. Fumika and her associate were not in sight this time; their most likely location cuddled together in their bedroom.
The look on that half-asleep little girl as she drowsily recognised the woman in front of her is, alongside Jones' boobs, something I want to remember. Mustering all the strength she could in her condition, Sakura jumped up off of Misaka's lap, waking her in the process. Misaka as well, in her dazed state, took some time to realise there were now two Eva's in the room.
The rest of the evening was spent with just the three of us together baking ourselves near the fire. I thought it best to leave the other two to their privacy for the time being. There'd be plenty of time for them to catch up later.
The night ended up with Misaka and Sakura staying on the couch, and somehow myself and Eva wound up sharing a shower together. Jones is now asleep in my bed and as soon as I've finished writing this and sent it to the Alsatia's computer bank I'll be joining her.
Entry#: 098
Date: 14 - 06 - 818 AS @ 09:08 SUT
Title: Untitled.
Something... something happened the other day... I don't know what, because I have absolutely no recollection of it... all I know for sure, is "something" violated my psyche.
The last thing I remember is flying into Stuttgart from Berlin, with an order to chase down a bogey in Omega-7. Then there's a literal black hole in my memory. The next thing I can remember after that is waking up in my ship, near the jumpgate linking Stuttgart with Omega-7, Eve DeRosa talking to me over the radio.
I learnt from my superiors in the Kriegsmarine that I actually shot at Voelkel... that something... took control of my mind and ordered me to act out.
I had left in the morning to start my tour of duty, of course with the strong objection of Little Miss Jones, who is still adamant that Military life isn't me. I'm starting to think she's right. Either way, continuing...
First duty involved baby-sitting the Bretonian Ambassador to Rheinland, Countess Lafiel Tarrant. That ate up a few hours of my day with literally nothing to break the boredom except the occasional flirtatious comment from myself, directed at the young Countess. She's such a sweet and innocent little thing, I just couldn't help but tease her. Anyway... continuing...
This is the bit that worries me. I have an absolute, crystal clear recollection of everything up to an eerily specific point. Right as I entered the tradelane from Bonn Station in Berlin to the jumpgate to Stuttgart. I remember seeing the Vizeadmiral's ship just meters ahead of me.. and then... nothing. Complete blank.
The next moment I was aware of myself was near Ulm Border Station. Eve was there with me... when did she show up? I don't remember. What I do remember is that back then, the sole thing running through my mind... was Misaka's sleeping face. I knew she was back on Berlin, waiting for me... and the only thing I wanted to do, was to be close to her.
I flew back to Berlin as fast as my Wraith would take me. Nothing else concerned me at that time, not even the orders of the Vizeadmiral, not that I could even recall what they were at the time.
I remember crash landing the Wraith on the runway... not even caring. I skidded across the frozen tarmac and planted the ship into a snow drift, likely the same one I smack every time I land in a hurry. I sat inside the ship for a moment to regain my senses after the less-than-flattering landing, and in that time the girls, who I learnt later had been having a snowball fight outside, all converged on the ship and helped me out.
At that time, when I saw Misaka, wrapped up in layers of clothing and with a scarf around her neck, the only thing I could think of was holding her close. Misaka jumped up on to the wing of the Wraith, and extended her arm to pull me out of my seat. With tears already welling up in my eyes, I jumped out of my ship; Misaka catching me but for a brief moment as I toppled us both over into the snow drift behind us.
Falling on top of her, and even with my uniform already wet and cold, all I could do was hold her close and cry. She was stunned for some moments, but quickly took over and simply laid there in the snow, hugging me tightly and patting my head, my helmet having long since disappeared. Kana, Fumika, and Eva Jones were all content to simply observe the situation as if it were a romance movie.
Misaka eventually gained control of the sorry mess that her lover had become, the two of us walking inside, hand in hand. We never left each others' sight for the entirety of that night, first sharing a shower, then sleeping together. All I wanted to do was hear her heart beating as we lay side by side.
Misaka drifted off to sleep, still locked in my arms. I however, found myself completely unable to close my eyes... the events of the day reeling through my mind. I got out of bed, being sure not to disturb my little angel, and begun writing. At least, I've been able to put some of my thoughts into order.
But I still can't sleep. And now, all I can think of doing is going back to Stuttgart and figuring out what the hell happened to me...
Entry#: 099
Date: 15 - 06 - 818 AS @ 21:59 SUT
Title: Untitled.
That's not gone at all well.
Without thinking a great deal, I flew back to Stuttgart in my Wraith with the intention of going through Omega-7 in search of clues about what happened there.
What actually happened involved setting up a date with a complete stranger whose name I don't even know. I don't even know what he looks like. The only thing that identifies him is his ship, a build I've never seen before; and his flattery.
It's supposed to be at 8pm tomorrow at Freeport 1. I have to go, at least to apologise for getting the guy's hopes up.
How did I let myself get tricked into this?
Honestly... picking up a pregnant woman.. Well; I suppose in his defence I very much doubt he has any idea who I am. I wonder if he'll actually turn up or if he's like me in enjoying flirting for the sake of flirting, in which case he's long since forgotten about me. If I do get stood up, at least, it'll be a load off my shoulders. But I intend on staying true to my words in being at Freeport 1 tomorrow.
Entry#: 100
Date: 17 - 06 - 818 AS @ 21:53 SUT
Title: Untitled.
Today marks the fifth day in a row I've had less than an hours' sleep. I don't even want to look at myself in a mirror lest I have a heart attack caused by my own appearance. Every time I close my eyes... I repeat the minutes before the blackout in my head over and over. And every time I reach the end of my memory, I'm fully awake again. I've been lying wide awake with Misaka in my arms every night now. Even her warm embrace does nothing to help.
I told Misaka and the girls I had some kind of viral infection, probably whatever Sakura had, and that I'd get better soon. How long can I keep this up?
I flew out to Freeport 1 in Omega-3 yesterday. I found the guy who'd asked me out. He ended up being quite late to the event, though, in his defence, he did make the effort to show up. I tried to let him down as softly as possible. I hope he doesn't feel bad, because I do.
And now I'm back on board the Alsatia docked to the Berlin orbital docking ring again.
Sooner or later the Military is going to find me. I've got one of their fighter craft captive, I'm probably wanted for treason after shooting the Vizeadmiral, and the cargo pods I stole earlier are likely being traced as I type this up.
I'm taking the ship and getting out of Rheinland while I still have a chance. I can't go to Kreuzberg; I'll be found in days. I'm getting out of here and taking my stalker come babysitter Evelyn DeRosa with me.
First order of business is getting Jones back to her own people. She's been with me for over a week now, and although I enjoy her company, I can't keep her forever. Back to Dawson Base she goes.
I don't want to be in the Military. I don't want to be in Rheinland at all. I just want.... to go back to the way things were, before any of this ever happened. Before I met Felicia... before I met Gunther... before I met Katrina in Texas. It seems so long ago now...
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