Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 091
Date: 16 - 05 - 818 AS @ 09:05 SUT
Title: Untitled.

Well... two interesting events to report.

First off, the strange incident involving what I can only assume were juvenile nomads, or "morphs" as people seem to call them, buzzing about the Jersey Debris Field and Rochester itself.

For reasons known only to them they seemed to bear an attraction to my ship. Using what I assume is language learned from floating around other people they described my ship as a "steelskin". Rather unusual, but not incorrect term. I've never really understood much about these little blue things, the way they communicate is awkward, too. All I hear is some grammatically incorrect, single words over a constant hum and what sounds like a heartbeat through the radio...

These little morphs, as far as I can tell, are completely harmless, like a newborn baby. I am of the belief that even a child born into a family of murderous pirates shall be considered innocent until such point they commit a crime of their own - and the same applies to these Nomads. They are rather cute little things, too. I understand some people, who have been exposed to the grown-up versions of these things, not thinking twice about terminating them, but I just can't do it.

I don't really know how it happened, but I ended up trying to explain to them human reproductive biology. I think it started when I referred to the smaller ones as "kittens" and the larger one being the "mother cat". According, again, to their strange grasp of spoken English, they described their life cycle as "growing" out of light instead of being created during mating, as we humans are.

Or... something. I didn't really understand most of what they "said". I suppose they acted no differently to a human child being introduced to how babies are made.

I described as best as I could manage, the process involved in the creation of human life. Copulation, insemination, fertilisation and growth inside the womb. I think the poor things were a bit confused by my description, yet seemed keen enough when I demonstrated the physical form of the female reproductive organs using my own body, through the large windows on the bridge of the Alsatia.

All this was within a few kilometres of Rochester space, mind. So of course someone eventually showed up, and as soon as they threatened the little morphs they high-tailed it out of there and disappeared, thus concluding the first of the two events to report.

The second, is that Vixen, the controller of the "Wildcat" is currently shacked up in the spare room at the end of the upper deck. The conversation that became the catalyst for this started out with her melancholic complaint of being cold and somewhat lonely; followed by my offer of a warm bed and some company for her to make use of.

Since Gunther hasn't been around to make use of his quarters, they have, of course, filled up with more of the same sort of miscellaneous junk that occupies most of the ship. I had to commandeer poor Misaka to help me clean the room out, as Kana and Fumika were... occupied... and of course the darling princess Sakura was fast asleep in her own room.

After having the room cleaned, I presented it to Vixen, who seemed pleased just to have someone to talk to. Bret, her new-found lover, has apparently disappeared on a journey to Gallia - a rumour suggests he's been captured by the Naval forces there and is being held prisoner for reasons unknown. I can only pray that he comes back safe; Vixen is really distraught at the prospect of losing the man she only recently gave herself to. I, for now, can only be a crotch to keep her supported while she waits and hopes for Bret to return.

As much as it pains me to say so, there is very little else I can do. I can't just go into Gallia and start waving my cruiser around like I normally do down here in Liberty. Gaelic naval technologies - and the officers controlling them, are considerably more potent than, say, your average Liberty reservist with an outdated and poorly maintained gunboat.

I still have no idea where Gunther has gone, and I worry for his well being. He hasn't made any contact with me since he snuck out. I'm beginning to think he won't ever come back... I promised myself I wouldn't let my emotions get the better of me during my pregnancy. I will stand tall no matter what happens. Even if my child never knows his or her father.

I will not cry.

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