*Bret looks up at the ceiling on his cot in the infirmary ward of Islay.....His face and body bandaged from the burns and injuries he recently sustained...He turns his head over to the small table next to his bed, looking at the remains of his bionic arm...*
Bret:...Date...September 13.....818 AS.....Days in space....335....*sigh*....Where do I begin....Today was the day we finally got a break and didn't have to deal with the blockade of Baffin...Doc Holiday decided to lift the ban.....Good move on his part....What...What we didn't anticipate the drastic actions of the Bretonian Government on looking for one Zoner...
*Bret turns his head back around, raising his left arm and checking the burns on his fur...*
Bret:..We received the order for Zoner vessels to move to Freeport 1......My god...The response was incredible....I was expecting a small group to show...Not an entire fleet...
*Knock Knock*
*Bret lifts his head towards the door, groaning slowly as he tries to sit himself up...*
Bret:...Come...Oww.....Come in...
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005