Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 089
Date: 06 - 05 - 818 AS @ 20:51 SUT
Title: Untitled.

End of day one saw Gunther crashing in one of the spare rooms on board the Alsatia, the Railgun docked to Barrier Gate itself. Even the little cabin he ended up in is more homely than a hodgepodge station carved out of an asteroid.

Day two saw us crossing the remaining distance of the Barrier asteroid field and entering the Baffin System; therein containing some sort of religious cult I've never bothered to associate with.

End of day two was spent in open space somewhere in Baffin. This cult, while strange, is usually passive unless acted against. I had a group of ships fly in close and set the alarm off halfway through my nap, but they were simply investigating the blip on their radar and were content to leave us be, assumingly after a cargo scan returned nothing offensive.

Day three involved a vast expanse of open space before the jump into Tau-29. After avoiding a Kusari Naval gunboat which stumbled onto us by chance, we reached Freeport 6 and set down.

We'd been discussing it in dribs and drabs for the entirety of the trip up; and I was half expecting it to either be a falsehood or an outright trap, but there was in fact an Eagle waiting for Gunther in the hangar, the keys for which he had in his possession. Exactly when he got them, I have no idea.

The Ichaicha Railgun was stored where the Eagle used to be, and we set out to complete the remainder of our journey - to Omicron Alpha.

Day four contained much of the same, idle conversation about the meaning of life; the universe; and everything within it, as we crossed the remainder of Tau-29 the heavily asteroid-laden Tau-23. The end of day four saw us arriving at Freeport 10, where we spent another night in the same format. Gunther's ship docked at the station, with his person in the spare room.

I've been making sure to wear as little as possible whilst he is on board, but I wonder if it's having any effect on him at all. I know for a fact his "body" can work when the right variables are present, but when in a cognitive state he's totally disinterested in my body, no matter how much of it I present to him. At least, that's what it looks like from the outside. He's a man the same as any other... there has to be something that floats his boat.

Anyway, putting that aside. Day five contained the final leg of the journey to Omicron Alpha. The dockmaster at Valletta Shipyard was a different man to the last time I was there - an enquiry into him returned the news he'd been involved in fisticuffs with a Corsair invasion fleet in Omicron Eta and perished at the helm of his Sabre. Such a pity, really. That old fellow, as far as Outcasts go, was a pretty decent bloke. He knew me by name even though I only showed up once in a blue moon.

Pulling an all-nighter put us back at Freeport 10. As the result of that, I'm almost a zombie; my girls are all asleep and Gunther is "enjoying" recalling the lingerie I was floating around in earlier in his little cabin downstairs. At least, if he even knows how to do that... poor guy was really not looked after as a kid and I wonder if he's been able to figure it out for himself or not. He has absolutely no idea about how not only mine - but his own - body functions and I think it's rather pathetic on the part of his parents.

I'm debating floating into his cabin and giving him a lesson in human reproductive biology. Hell knows he needs it. It's either that or I give myself one. Misaka is dead to the world and I'm sure she won't appreciate being asked to give me a hand halfway through her beauty sleep.

Decisions, decisions...

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