Entry#: 030
Date: 17 - 10 - 817 AS @ 09:22 SUT
Title: Untitled.
Damned Liberty Navy. Always getting in my way when I need them the least. I reach the coordinates of the jumphole linking Ontario with Alberta and what do I find there? Fort Severn.
When I got closer the station hailed me down and asked for my destination. I couldn't exactly tell them I was looking for a Liberty Rogue destroyer, could I? Had to think fast. I took a gamble and said I was en route to a station in the Yukon system with basic supplies. No doubt they had already scanned me and found the crates of rations and water on board.
My gamble paid off. The response from the tower was "Oh, Freeport 14? Very well. You may pass."
Lucky!
Upon our entry to the Alberta system we were greeted by the Liberty Police, of all people. What they were doing out this far was a mystery to me. I was again quizzed on my intentions, replied with "going to Freeport 14" and received clearance for the second time.
Thus ended the excitement for that day. The rest of it was spent flying through open space without a single blip on the radar from anything with a pulse. I can't believe Liberty claims ownership of these sectors - there's literally nothing in them.
I was awoken by Misaka at some ungodly hour of the "morning" nibbling on my face. Not the most unpleasant way I've ever been woken up, for sure. It reminded me of a Gaian wildcat one my old mates from Bretonia had. It would sit on your chest and lick your face 'till you woke up and fed it. Then it would piss off for a while, until it wanted feeding again.
Anyway... apparently we had reached the coordinates for the jumphole to the Yukon system. Misaka dragged me out of bed and towed me to the control room. It took some time to adjust to the new, bright surroundings. But one thing was clear, there weren't any jumpholes around. The radar proved it.
Bugga! echoed down the empty hallways of the Alsatia. The jumphole had moved somewhere, and it wasn't close.
"Right. Get the two lovebirds out here. We're going looking for this ****en' jumphole." I don't usually swear unless I'm one of the following: angry, tired, naked. And I was all three at the time, so please excuse me.
Some time passed and the crew were assembled. Kana and Fumika would be sent off in the Biribiri and Railgun respectively, looking for any signs of gravitational anomalies which might indicate a jumphole, whilst we would oversee the operation from the Alsatia. We gave each of them a quickly-drawn mudmap of where to look and enough oxygen for a few hours in space, then sent them on their merry little way.
An hour passed with me staring idly out the window, looking down on the pale-blue gas giant that inhabited the system. The ship was completely silent except for the low rumble of the generators chowing down my fuel supply. Misaka, too was asleep on the bench seat in the corner. Poor thing must have been tired after flying by herself for half a day. Now that we had the ship to ourselves, I thought it time to get my revenge on the little kitty cat who had so rudely disrupted my slumber.
I quietly snuck out to the storeroom and grabbed a permanent marker and the cat's ears headband. I slowly installed the headband onto Misaka, then, quiet as a mouse, I drew whiskers all over Misaka's face. Words cannot describe the awful feeling of holding in hysterical laughter to the point of being unable to stand up. Alas, I eventually succumbed to my urges and let loose with the heartiest laughs I've had in a long time.
Misaka slowly returned to life. She would have seen me rolling the cabin around cackling like a crow in heat.
"W..what's so funny, Eva?" she asked, still mostly asleep. Her reply was a barrel of laughter. I was in tears! She was so damned cute it was impossible to keep a straight face. Every time I calmed down even the slightest, I looked her in the eyes and crunched up immediately thereafter. She was getting a bit miffed, but hadn't sussed out what I had actually done to her.
My evil, cruel abuse of Misaka was sadly cut short by Fumika cutting in over the two-way. Not content to leave it as was and with the devil himself commanding me, I asked Misaka to open a video call to the ship and get the Railgun's location.
As Misaka initiated the call I had no choice but to turn around and face the wall. The anticipation was killing me. My heart was in my throat, it was that bad.
Exactly on queue, the control room was flooded with the transmission of Fumika herself falling off the chair in a fit of laughter.
With that I myself let loose. I felt so bad for Misaka, sitting there yelling at us, with cat's ears on her head and whiskers on her cheeks it was an absolute crack-up. I simply couldn't help myself. Fumika was the same, giggling profusely across the comms.
In amidst her fits Fumika said I was an evil, evil woman. And that she'd found the jumphole and that her and Kana were returning. Kana, no doubt had been listening in on the whole event. I was sure she would be eager to find out what was causing all the commotion.
Misaka finally figured out what was on her head and sussed out what I'd done after a trip to the mirror in the bathroom. I heard the noises of a girl desperately fighting against zero-gravity claw her way back up the stairs. I knew then I was done for.
She come flying into the room an adorable cauldron of rage, shouted my name at me, and started moving in my general direction with a murders' face on. I saw it coming. She was going to (attempt to) hit me square on the head. That in itself was rather amusing, seeing this anrgy little girl flopping about in mid-air.
Reacting quickly with god-like ability I grabbed both the raised arm and her other, pulled her in against my body, locked her in place and whilst wafting around the cabin showed her who was boss with my version of a loving exchange of bodily fluids. I felt the resistance against my arms dissipate, I had successfully defused what could have been a very volatile situation. I did notice a wolf whistle coming from the comms. Woops, forgot to shut down the video call. Oh well.
I backed away from Misaka enough to notice she had tears in her eyes, beet-red cheeks.... and her ears and whiskers on. Every cell in my body told me not to laugh, but I simply could not hold back a muffled chortle.
BAM! Fist right to the crown. In my state I had absolutely no chance of catching the blow.
I was planning on enjoying the situation a bit more, but, as Murphy's law dictates, Fumika and Kana had returned and were now copping an eye full through the front window. Bugga!.
I left Misaka, still flustered, to operate the cargo bay airlocks whilst I donned a vacsuit and made my way to the hold. With the bay de-pressurised the doors were opened, and the two fighters were manoeuvred into the bay, locked in place using the cranes and put back in their docks. The two pilots returned to their quarters, probably to continue sleeping.
I floated back to the controls, found Misaka, still pouting. She was halfway through telling me I was mean when I shut her up with another fluid exchange and told her to get some sleep. It was my turn to fly!
I flew to the navigational beacon Fumika had dropped for us, examined the jumphole for stability and after returning a good result entered the wormhole. A few seconds later I found myself looking upon the Yukon system.
The ship's gone silent again, and now that I've finished typing all this up it's time to find what I came here for.