Entry#: 036
Date: 04 - 11 - 817 AS @ 20:43 SUT
Title: Radiation messes with the mind.
That's for sure. These last few days have been pretty damn stressful. The risk of being irradiated had everyone on edge.... and it all boiled over yesterday when the three others committed the heinous act of mutiny and while holding me at breast-point demanded we leave the dark matter clouds at once.
So, we are leaving. No more dark matter. No more radiation suits, showers and pills. No more extremely lucrative ship and station parts.
No more Koneko-chan. The poor little thing is so badly irradiated it would be infeasible and very dangerous to try and salvage it. Sure, the boys on Vieques could do it, but on such an unimportant ship the cost and risk simply isn't worth it.
Giving credit where credit is due, the darling has survived 3 days straight in the dark matter clouds - which can eat up the best of ships' hulls in hours. Adding to that she's paid for herself 4 times over with what she's hauled out.
Koneko is now drifting in the Grande Negra. Last received transmission indicated all systems were operational, with 12% fuel supply, but that was over an hour ago.... on a 10 minute report schedule. Even though she was nothing more than a lump of steel and copper wire, I shed a tear for that ship. She will be missed.
We are now flying the back way through Texas to Beaumont Base in one of the radiation-free scrap field of the system.
Not sure on what exactly we'll be doing from now on, but we need to generate some serious credits to keep Project Maelstrom afloat. Probably back to my old haunts in New York.