Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 066
Date: 31 - 01 - 818 AS @ 17:33 SUT
Title: Untitled.

The claws on the front of this Salvager are a little bit too much fun to play with.

It all started in the debris fields of the Texas Incident. I was nonchalantly tearing things apart and rather thoroughly enjoying myself when I just happened upon something that was combustible.

I guess it was a tank of H-Fuel or some such, because when I tore into it the thing detonated and created a decent sized explosion - Not enough to put the ship's core in danger - but enough to warrant new panties and wrench off the claw which had been the catalyst for the whole thing.

Just blumin' great. I've had the thing what, two days?, and I've already broken it.

At least I got a decent amount of metal into the hangar before all this occured. I suppose a trip back to Vieques is in order. The boys'll probably have a good laugh at my expense - it's been noted that my wonderful self and damage to ships seem to be stalking each other.

Speaking of stalking, I swear I'm being followed by someone. I noted a Zoner research ship floating around the place when I was out near the dark matter clouds - one of those Spatial things. I had assumed it was studying the cloud and its composition but I realised I'd seen it before.

In fact I've seen this particular ship numerous times recently; popping up seemingly by coincidence wherever and whenever I feel like doing something a bit dodgy. It was in Galileo the last time I was with my Rogue pals molesting Kusari Steel transports, it was in Manhattan orbit when I brought in some of those "decorative paperweights" the Corsairs lovingly craft and besides that I've just seen it more often than coincidence would dictate.

Next time it pops up I'm gonna have a few words with the crew. Who knows, they might just be in love.

I also found a nice surprise when I woke up this morning and opened my neural net uplink. Kendrick and his boys are still going at it raking in the credits. I honestly wonder how long that's going to go on for. I bought the flamin' thing off a fleet disposal merchant as a statutory writeoff - or it was meant to be.

Someone somewhere didn't lodge the final papers and I've basically got a MOT tested, taxed and registered ship for the cost of a wreck. You just can't help but love the Bretonian bureaucracy - so woefully inefficient it allows a pirate to operate a Bretonian super transport under Gateway papers and tags which are being paid for in full by that automatic invoicing system they use. Bloody wonderful!

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