Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 159
Date: 13 - 08 - 819 AS @ 21:18 SUT
Title: Untitled.

Well...

That was short lived.

Robert Monza... Mouza... whatever it was... seems to have decided I'm not required in his existence any further. The last I saw of him was as he was flying off with a girlie towards Freeport 4. This was after he'd tricked me into giving him enough credits for his own room on the station - and then immediately after I find out he's shacking up with the missus anyway.

Whatever. It's one less problem for me to deal with.

More importantly it meant I could finally go home again. The thought crossed my mind that Robert had been trying to collect intelligence on me for whatever reason, and as such I had the Maelstrom smacked with an EMP blast courtesy of the Alsatia - just in case I had extra, undesired computers on board. Made a real mess of the box on the bridge but I can just reinstall everything from the backup disc. It runs Portholes98 so reinstalling everything takes all of 10 minutes... and the rest of the flight data is all copied wholesale from the Alsatia anyway.

Still, it felt kind of fun shooting at my own destroyer. And it's been a while since I've seen the old girl from the outside. She's such a deliciously classless coagulation of scrap iron that one simply cannot help but fall in love. Her total and absolute lack of aesthetic form - pockmarked with burns, dirt, rust and haphazardly applied steel patchwork. The lewdness of her mortar and pulse cannons, hanging out from underneath her bow like a man's pride and joy. The way she vibrates under power as if her sole purpose was to bring carnal pleasure to a woman. The way she decimates whatever I aim her at without hesitation. All of these things make her utterly irresistible.

Well. She is to me at least.

Misaka thinks she's ugly.

Kana and Fumika think she should be scrapped.

Little Sakura thinks she smells funny. No doubt Sanya would have some things to say if she didn't spend her entire life sucking on my tits.

Pfft. It's my soddin' cruiser and I love her just the way she is.

The old girl is tucked in nice and snug next to the rest of my stuff in the hangar bay of the base. Having everything all collected under the one roof just gives me a strange sense of satisfaction. Call it obsessive if you want but I enjoy being the queen of all I survey - standing in one corner of a massive underground cavity whilst peering up at a destroyer both makes me feel small and very, very powerful - because these gargantuan beasts are all under my authority.

The original Alsatia, having been relegated to little more than a semi-mobile storage facility, still rests quietly in her corner of the base. My salvage platform sits outside on the landing pad, however, simply because I haven't the room to keep two cruiser-sized ships in here... as much as I'd like it.

The plethora of fighters and other single-seaters I've amassed all reside on trolleys across the floor. I still have the Wraith I nicked off with when I left the Military... and enough bits of a Guardian to build one if I wanted. Wonder what David would say if he knew...

Baby Sanya keeps on getting bigger and bigger, more than happy to spend her entire waking life attached to one of my boobs. Breaking out the calendar reveals she's 32-and-a-bit weeks old now. I think poor old mum could use a break but Sanya takes after her old lady in having absolutely no regard for the sanity of those around her. She's not the only one who uses my boobs!... but she doesn't care. Poor Misaka doesn't get as much time alone with me as we'd both like. Hell. I don't get enough alone time with my boobs as I'd like.

My mind cannot help but ponder how long Fumika and Kana have been with us. These two girls have been with me for what must be two years without rest. We've been through a lot together and I wonder how long it's been since they've had some real time to themselves. In a way it reminds me of the Peterborough when I was growing up. There was me, my mum, and a half dozen other people all living together like a family. Of course I was too young to realise it back then of course but I can only imagine that some of the men and women I shared my home with would have been much more than just colleagues.

Thinking about it... it's rather ironic how my life now is more-or-less a carbon copy of my mothers' when she was the same age. Wonder what she'd have to say to me if we ever caught up again.

Maybe I should give the girls a holiday... send the two of them off just by themselves for a while. I reckon they deserve it.

Stepping back to business, however, I have assembled another stash of scrap metal that needs to be resold. As such another trip into Liberty is required. Once we've pocketed the cash I think I'll give Fumika a nice bonus. Enough to take her sweetheart on a getaway.

Then I get to baby sit Sakura as well as Sanya and Misaka.

Looking forward to it.

[END OF LOGS]

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