Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 006
Date: 5 - 07 - 817 AS @ 18:17 SUT
Title: Untitled

It's been about a week since we escaped Kusari space now, I find myself resting on board Freeport 10 in the Tau-37 system. Far removed from Kusari's influence but relatively close in terms of actual distance.

After leaving the GC base with my new pilot, I set course for the Junker base in Sigma-13. I've been there a couple times before and it seemed the only friendly place within reach of my fuel supply. We'd snuck out of Kusari space without incident, which was a huge relief. The last couple days in space had been spent plotting our course of action from here on.

I decided to travel to the Rheinland system of Dresden, where I knew I could buy supplies for a good price. After refuelling we departed the Junker base and headed via. Frankfurt and Berlin to Leipzig Station, owned by D.H.C; in the system of Dresden. There I purchased a shipment of Alloy metal, which although I told them was bound for Kusari, would actually be flown to the Outcast shipyards in their home system in the border worlds.

Myself and Misaka loaded the ship up and left Leipzig. The return trip to the Sigma border worlds proved uneventful. The way day-to-day life operates within Rheinland it was easy to forget they were at war with Liberty. Not a single military ship or profiled transporter to be seen - I suppose they were all hiding in the independent worlds linking Rheinland to Liberty.

We reached the GMG station of Naha inside the Sigma-13 system, and left the safety of the trade lane network for the jump holes I had become so familiar with in my 'previous life'. We crossed the Sigma-17 system and crossed into Outcast territory, Omicron Beta. The radiation saturated asteroid field used to be somewhat intimidating in the little Bactrian I once flew, but the Alsatia, with her heavy armour plating, made easy work of the foreboding green haze.

Within an hour we had crossed the system and jumped into the homeland of the Outcasts. I set course for planet Malta and eyed the scanners for any incoming ships - I've never had confrontation with an Outcast before but they can be quite edgy when unknown ships pass so close to their planet.

As expected, I did eventually run into an Outcast pilot. I was given the usual pop quiz on my destination, cargo etc; and was granted passage. I docked with their shipyards, unloaded my cargo and received my payment. For pirates they are quite respectable, I've never found myself short-changed when dealing with them directly. I suppose they want to keep that trickle of supplies coming, there aren't many people game enough to fly along side an Outcast.

Normally I would fly back to the planet and collect a shipment of 'spice', but my newly acquired persona disallowed that.

I departed for Freeport 10, in the neighbouring space of Tau-37, which is where I am now. I'm going to be loading up on Niobium from the Independent Miners' Guild base in the system after a good rest. You never really get used to the permanent sunlight of open space, but I've been doing my best to adjust my sleeping pattern to suit SUT time.

Entry#: 007
Date: 18 - 07 - 817 AS @ 21:58 SUT
Title: Home!

It's been as-good-as-makes-no-difference two weeks straight in space. Excluding two stopovers for fuel we've been on the move more or less constantly since we left. But, thanks to that, we are now only a relative stone's throw away from Rochester Base. It's the first time I've been back since I bought Alsatia, and it is a huge relief being in familiar territory after the drama I've been through. I think a holiday is in order - I mean no offence to her but I've been staring into the same console for over a month with no respite.

Misaka would probably enjoy a holiday too, I don't think she's had much joy in her life recently and I actually wonder how long it's been since she was on solid ground. I think a trip to Denver is in order. I've always been a bottom-end girl and the likes of Curacao just don't appeal to me in the slightest. Denver, for me, has the right mix of upper-class hospitality and lower-class functionality which allows me to relax without fear of committing some obscene social faux-pas. Like walking around in yesterday's underwear and nothing else.... or eating breakfast. In yesterday's underwear and nothing else.

On the topic of Misaka - and I do hope she never reads what I'm about to put here - I'm starting to take quite a fancy to her. I've never thought about 'batting for the other team' - as they put it - before, but I can't say I'm opposed to the idea and I've realised it's been a very, very long time since I last had a relationship with someone. And I can't get around how utterly adorable she is either. I promised I'd never speak of it again, but seeing her face when I retrieved her from the cargo hold she locked herself into just made me want to give her a massive bear-hug. Which I did. She evokes the same feelings from me as a baby Gaian wildcat. I wonder what she'd look like in a catgirl outfit... there has to be somewhere in this useless universe that sells them. Let's see how things pan out on this holiday, anyway.

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