Entry#: 097
Date: 11 - 06 - 818 AS @ 17:30 SUT
Title: Untitled.
Well, this was definitely unexpected.
The original plan had been to smuggle myself back into Liberty, to organise the purchase of another transport under the McDowell Company Fleet whilst paying my old friends at Rochester a visit as a little detour. I left everyone at Gunther's house on Berlin and took my Eagle, mainly due to the fact I had inside information on a new assignment of vessels tasked to enforce the blockade. Being in the Military has proven itself quite useful as I've been previewed to a significant amount of useful data.
I had flown to Kreuzberg to see if anyone or anything needed a lift across the blockade. Often times a single person needing to appear on the other side will pay much better than an entire shipload of cargo.
That... however... probably won't be happening now.
I knew the second I saw the Heart of Gold moored to Kreuzberg there was a storm on its' way. I docked my Eagle alongside the familiar Rogue gunboat and boarded the station. I quizzed the dock master about the location of the owners of the gunboat and was directed to the bar. The second I entered the room a flashing blur came flying towards me. Before I was even able to cognitively recognise the shape it had grabbed me and wrapped its' arms around my back.
It took me some time to recognise the person who had so suddenly embraced me. The first thing that took my attention was the sufficiently ample breasts pressing up against my own, sadly lacking, female accessories. So it was a woman. Second thing was the jet black hair visible from the corner of my eyes, the woman's head buried into my right shoulder blade. Then that familiar, ever so slightly masculine musk that I instantly recognised as belonging to my favourite Liberty Rogue Underboss, Evangeline Jones.
From there on my wits took over. The first words to come out of my mouth were "I know you like me, Eva, but can't this wait 'till later?".
Eva then released me from her grasp for but a mere moment before recapturing me. This time however, I had the presence of mind to return her affections rather than stand there like a stunned mullet. I put my own arms around her and we shared a nice, warm, comforting hug. The feeling of Jones' breasts rubbing up against mine is something I wish to remember.
After the rather invigorating reunion, which managed to draw the eyes of most of the men present in the bar, I took my seat at the table and joined Eva and her motley crew in drinks. I of course stayed with lemonade, the rest however quite content to get themselves drunk off their tits on the finest alcohol Rheinland had to offer.
Whilst there me and Eva had a little girl-to-girl talk and eventually it concluded in Eva's crew taking control of the Heart of Gold and getting it back to the relative safety of Dawson Base in Hudson; their commander set to fly back with me for a little sleep over on Berlin.
So much for that trip to Liberty. No matter. I'm sure Sakura will be happy to see Eva. The two of them seem to share an inexplicable bond between them even beyond what we share between us. Seeing her favourite Liberty Rogue with the same name as mummy will make the little darlings' day, I'm sure.
Eva no doubt enjoyed being squished in with me in the Eagle on the trip back to Berlin, but I sure as hell didn't. Fitting two people into a cockpit designed for just one is somewhat troublesome. I stopped over to inspect the Alsatia, still sleeping at the orbital docking facility and collected some supplies. Stuffing them into the already overloaded Eagle I flew down through the docking ring's flight path and, after reaching ground level, flew out over Berlin's frozen wastelands.
The fact the house is so far away from the rest of Berlin city is both a blessing and a curse. The fact there is hardly anything man-made visible across the horizon means we have absolute privacy, but on the other hand it also means a long flight through often treacherous atmospheric conditions to reach. Jones took full advantage of this fact, using it as an excuse to latch on to me as the turbulence threw the ship around. Flying almost completely blind in the freezing blizzard that had fallen upon the area, I expertly threw the ship into a snow drift and, after regaining my motor abilities, employed Jones to help me push the snow off the hatch, and disembarked.
We slid across the frozen runway and took shelter inside the long, declined hallway which led deep into the hillside where the house had been constructed. Being entirely subterranean meant it was several degrees warmer inside than out, a significant plus given the weather outside. Whoever designed the place had the right idea, but the lack of windows was somewhat discomforting at first.
When we reached the common room I discovered another heart warming scene in Misaka, once again, asleep propped up on the couch, with our little baby across her lap with a blanket on top. The fire was burning away contentedly, bathing the room in a dull orange glow. Fumika and her associate were not in sight this time; their most likely location cuddled together in their bedroom.
The look on that half-asleep little girl as she drowsily recognised the woman in front of her is, alongside Jones' boobs, something I want to remember. Mustering all the strength she could in her condition, Sakura jumped up off of Misaka's lap, waking her in the process. Misaka as well, in her dazed state, took some time to realise there were now two Eva's in the room.
The rest of the evening was spent with just the three of us together baking ourselves near the fire. I thought it best to leave the other two to their privacy for the time being. There'd be plenty of time for them to catch up later.
The night ended up with Misaka and Sakura staying on the couch, and somehow myself and Eva wound up sharing a shower together. Jones is now asleep in my bed and as soon as I've finished writing this and sent it to the Alsatia's computer bank I'll be joining her.