Nicole leaned back on her back, turning on her diary recorder.
"Day by day, I swear the Navy just gets worse and worse. Allen's gone to third, somewhere he'll be happier atleast. As for me, I'm not sure I should even stay in the Navy. He wanted me to transfer with him, but I'm just not sure I'll stay at all. I feel like life would be so much simpler as a freelancer."
She leaned up, taking a drink from her cup of coffee. "I.. uh, I went back to Delta. My god. Goddess I hate it, but I've got to get over it. What happened, that was a one of a time thing. No way infectee's chasing you would be a normal thing, right? Right..? I hope so.. Not like I'll be out there often anyway.."
She set her cup down, leaning back again. "Haven't heard from Elena for a while.. I hope she didn't hit a.. lethal snag in her plans, but I don't have any way to even check on her. All I can do is wait I suppose.. curled up in my bed with my paranoia, not knowing whether both of my only friends to killed in Gallia or not. And then there's my hold full of Azurite gas canisters. I found a blown up transport, probably by Nomads, with canisters of the stuff all over the place. I managed to snag a couple before they came back. Atleast I'm home now, with canisters of Azurite and I have no idea what to do with them. Don't feel like handing them over to the morons in the Navy.
I suppose that's all for now." She turned her diary recorder off, pulling the blanket of her bed over herself, relaxing.