*Bret closes his eyes and breathes hard as he turns his body out of bed, finally coming to his feet in over two weeks...*
Bret:...Date..October 1st....818 AS...Days in space....352....Well...Not much has happened....I'm finally able to walk again....God I feel thin...I'll be putting out another request to rebuild my biotic arm again....Things are starting to move again....I've contacted a Zoner repair ship to help tow what remains of the V here to Islay...I've gotten ahold of of the others...Jenson...Ilo...and Miki...Stuck in Sigma 13 till some sort of...Lawsuit I think gets resolved....
*Bret slowly walks over to the small view port in the room, sighing deeply as he rubs the bracket on his arm..*
Bret:...Other then that...I've had both Evyn and Feya visit me the other day when they dropped of some supplies here to Islay...It was good to see those two again, even in my condition...But things are going well for them from what they've told me...All and all they've been taking time off from the BAF and staying as traders on some ship they had rebuilt from some scrapyard...I just hope they stay safe out there...Its dangerous enough....
*Bret staggers around as he turns back towards his bed, causing him to fall to the cold floor...*
Bret:...Great....Being in bed for so long....Here goes nothing....
*Bret rolls back onto his chest as he presses his paw to the floor, shaking as he pushes himself upwards...*
Bret:...1.....2.......3.....4......
==END OF LOG==
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
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