Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 087
Date: 30 - 04 - 818 AS @ 19:51 SUT
Title: A lot can happen in one week.

After chasing up the radio tower of Invergordon I was informed that mum had left for another excursion, the direction thereof being unknown; save for that it was into Corsair space. I resigned myself to the fact chasing her down would be nearly impossible and quite likely lethal. Even to this day there are some Corsairs who remember my face and would not at all be concerned about killing me, my child and my entire crew.

I decided to take the easy way out and give up. All things said and done I do miss Gunther and his antics. The "Rall Effect", as I call it, is very strong and I'm well and truly within its grasp. I picked up a load of hull panels and made a bee-line for Rheinland using the tradelane network through a selection the Omega edge worlds.

The flight itself was rather uneventful to the point of bordering on routine. We arrived back in Mecklenburg to find Gunther and some of his subordinates loitering around the station. I showed up just quick enough to catch him speeding off with another ship. I, at the time, assumed he was doing some sort of flight training, but the radio chatter at the time quickly dashed that notion.

Apparently at some point during the time I was away Gunther had left his post as Major General and relegated himself to the reserve fleet; and seemingly attracted himself some unwanted fangirls. No doubt they'd been seduced by the "Rall Effect" as I had been, but they were far more dangerous than the "typical" Gunther follower. I don't exactly remember how it came about, but, I ended up escorting Gunther in his Wraith out of Braunschweig and into Liberty space.

We flew non-stop for nearly two days. How the hell Gunther managed it without nodding off, I will never know. How *I* managed to do it is an even greater mystery as I know I love my beauty sleep. We high-tailed it through Bering, into Texas and eventually into the New York Badlands before ninja-ing our way to Rochester Base through the debris fields. All of this, mind you, whilst Gunther was in his Wraith alongside one of the most wanted vessels in Liberty. The fact we're both still alive tells me someone up there is looking out for us.

Within the cloak of Rochester's safety net we encountered two acquaintances of mine, the Wildcat and the Maverick IV. The two ships are regular appearances at Rochester and I've been known on occasion to loiter around with them and share old war stories.

Not two minutes in to a nice conversation my radar picks up a worrying signal - an Outcast Storta known as the Meneme, barrelling towards Rochester. The idiot commander dragged a Liberty Assault Carrier in behind him.

Just what the Junkers need - Outcast warships hanging around their bases in core house space, bringing Liberty dreadnoughts to the front door. As if we'd ever let that happen. A little note passing to the Liberty Navy ensured they knew they would receive no reprisal from us.

Me, Gunther, the Wildcat, Maverick IV and a good half dozen other ships all stood back as the Carrier swung the hammer of justice at the Storta. The fight barely lasted two minutes, the combined efforts of the LNS Sacramento and LNS Braveheart ensuring the quick and painful destruction of the vessel, scans of which revealed it to be overflowing with cardamine.

The Liberty Navy, having destroyed the "threat" departed with all haste required by the fleet of Liberty Rogue bombers that had assembled in response to the Rogues' own transmissions regarding the unwanted visitor. Almost as quickly as it had started, the incident drew to a close with the carrier disappearing back towards civilised space.

Once quiet had returned to the vicinity, I set about getting Gunther a ship with a lower profile than the Wraith he was flying. It was no small miracle the Navy left him be; we would have been instantly vaporised by the ships armaments if we didn't first surrender to the waves of fighters stored within its hull.

After a private chat with Tony Chiodo, the Rochester ship dealer, I secured a new set of wings for the Major General. It wasn't pretty and it wasn't fast, but it was about as low a profile as can be achieved whilst still being corporeal - A Recycler identical to the first Railgun.

In haste, I christened the ship the "Ichaicha Railgun" on Misaka's recommendation. Ichaicha supposedly translates into "flirtatious", not that I'd know. My Kusari is very, very basic and mostly limited to swears and bedroom-only words. I could tell you you're all wet but I couldn't say "hello".

Gunther spent a short time getting to know his new ship whilst I discreetly disposed of his Wraith. It now resides next to mine inside the hull of the Alsatia, away from the eyes of the Liberty lawkeepers - and those fangirls who want him so badly.

Having not slept for so long did finally catch up to the two of us. Gunther set the "Railgun II" down in Rochester's docks before boarding the Alsatia. I put him up in the spare room after having it cleared of all the crap that got thrown in there and as far as I'm aware he should be sleeping now. As soon as I finish writing this down I'll be doing the same. I'm the only one awake now, everyone else - including both my little princesses - are in slumberland and I will be joining them very shortly.

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