I think it's safe to say at this point that I've properly begun settling in here among these Octavarium chaps. I managed to get the Elson's Rebellion to Tau 44, to near one of their- ..well I guess now our facilities, Melbourne. I've now got a few of their junior technicians looking at getting this rust bucket fixed up, as it's right now barely holding together; Engine 3 is out completely, and Engine 2 is looking like it'll be following suit before long. Mercifully, the staff sent over seems to know what they're doing, if nothing else, they've managed to get my cupholder working and that only took them about an hour, from start to finish. Given that, i'm not entirely hopeful as to the Rebellion's future health, both these guys look pretty green.

Their engineering staff's shortcomings aside, I pulled my old Bayonet out of the storage container I left it in on Ames a few years ago, and got her up and running. Removing some of the old stenciled logos and detailing from when I used to fly her took some effort, I had to look up one of those DIY tutorials online to do it but me and a few techs managed it. Yesterday a couple of Octavarium ships were prepping to go out on a patrol around the same time, so seeing an opportunity to get some flight time logged, I tagged along.


{{Flight Log}}
Tau 44 --->Tau 37
Detected Contact: MNS-Santa.Maria -- [!]Hostile[!]
80% Drive Burn

A few hours of hard burn for the patrol through 37 later, we came across an Outcast vessel, a Storta just idling on the edge of the Bermejo Cloud and flying a hostile 72nd identifier. Whomever it was flying the NO-I-Prophecy, I didn't catch a name, had us move in for contact for a while, and the ensuing conversation was.. enlightening to say the least. I only worked with the Nation of Malta for a brief time, but it seemed that even through social-osmosis, I learned more about how the Outcasts live their daily lives than these 72nd knew... which was odd to say the least. Further interest was piqued with the whole situation when a cloaked SIS vessel showed up and started railing into the 72nd captain about some apparent offense one of their buddies had committed down in Bretonian territory. One rather amusing note was that the 72nd captain (or communications officer, I never figured out who we were talking to) claimed their organization was friendly to Bretonia, only for the SIS agent to come back a few minutes later and rebuke the claim.

Needless to say, laughter ensued.

Full transcripts of the encounter will be attached with this log, and I think I'm gonna keep this whole thing separate from the Octavarium's internal comms until otherwise deemed necessary, probably best that way for the time being.

Deacon out.

Gonna keep things brief today: a bit of an odd set of flight orders hit my datapad last night just before I stowed the Bayonet for nightly maintenance and refueling. I launched from Melbourne's Module 2, met up with a suspiciously quiet Harold Kane, and we gunned it for Tau-23. A few hours later I was a little surprised to find out who we were meeting with when the SCRA|VI-CPS-Nezhin was sitting idle at our destination point: turns out the Natio has planned an arms deal with the SCRA of all people - not the friendliest sort but the captain we met with was cordial enough while we talked. The conversation was short, Kane apparently wanted to continue it on Melbourne proper to fully hammer out pricing with the transport captain. We went back to the station and the two began discussing the details of the deal as they lined up to land. Around the time I heard the phrases "pricing" and "inflation", I more or less tuned the whole conversation out and found my way to Module 3 to bunker down for the night.

Everything of note I got ahold of is presently logged in the Bayonet's data-recorder, which tomorrow morning I'll download and toss in as an attachment to this log. Deacon, out.