It's been a terrible, terrible long flight, all the way to Hispania and back. It took an awful lot of time, aaaand... I had no dime to pay up for a bunk, some food... it was hellish!
Anyway, I took homage to the ship that kept the ideas of the Revolution alive...
Apparently, I was detected while scanning the derelict ship. The druglords on Malta dispatched a hunter-killer fleet and it's countless escorts to kill me.
I managed to escape, and ran like hell for three days straight. I barely managed to land, I'm falling asleep. Luckily, all's good now, I'm on Zhukovsky Station - filling this entry.
Anyway, sirs, excuse my tardiness, I did my best time I could under the given circumstances. I am going to take a nap now.
Chekov out!
The boy forgets to close the communicator, and everyone could hear him being overly excited: Yea! I did it! Yeaaaaa! I'm a man now, I got an Insurgent!