Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 075
Date: 04 - 03 - 818 AS @ 07:17 SUT
Title: Untitled.

I actually was starting to miss the Alsatia. For all the problems with living in this ship, the old girl still makes me feel welcome.

We dragged the Salvager out of vacation, and spent the majority of Monday filling her to the brim with junk from the Grande Negra and hauled the it all back to Culebra Smelter. No remarkable incidents to report there.

At the smelters I exchanged it all for a variety of steel forms. Plates, tubes, rods and so forth.

I had them all loaded up into the Alsatia, and begun the trip back to Rheinland.

Things were quiet for the first stint of the journey, flying through a mixture of open space and coagulations of debris from the Dallas Incident. Things got a bit more interesting when I hit the space near the tradelane linking Houston orbit to the Hudson Jumpgate.

My scanners picked up three big targets. Two Assault Battlecruisers and a Siege cruiser.

I undertook avoidance manoeuvres and flew a wide arc around the suspect ships. It became apparent they weren't interested in me but rather were attempting to demolish a fighter for some reason. As I flew past it became clear that whatever they were doing; they were doing it wrong.

Three cruiser-class vessels attempting to bring down a single fighter, and they simply could not land a shot on it. As Alsatia drifted past I observed the fighter craft break away and shoot off into deep space.

Sharing a giggle at Liberty's expense we continued our journey and headed for the Jumphole to Hudson, completely unguarded. I don't think Liberty knows it exists, I've never seen ships out here despite them dripping all over the tradelane network between the same systems.

We cleared the dust cloud and hopped into the tradelanes for the rest of the journey.

Alster Shipyards welcomed my return, and I was paid a respectable sum for my cargo.

We spent the night on board the Alsatia, moored at the "wet-dock"; used for in-service ships, as opposed to the "dry-dock" where ships are put for repairs or maintenance.

It feels good being "home". Perhaps some semblance of normality will return to our lives. Everyone's a bit fried after all the excitement of the past month or so.

I dare say we're starting to adapt to life as Rheinlanders. If someone had asked me a year ago to live in Rheinland I'd probably have shot them. But, here we are, Alster Shipyard, Hamburg System, in the heart of Rheinland space.

Sehr gutt.

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