Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 158
Date: 07 - 08 - 819 AS @ 21:59 SUT
Title: Untitled.

Here I am attempting to put the past days' events into order in the hope I manage a conclusion.

It seems that I've adopted a new pet Corsair going by the name of Robert; although what his last name is remains a mystery - he seems adamant in keeping it a secret. Actually he's been keeping a lot of things secret since we met which make it _really_ hard to trust him.

Apparently he's a heretical Corsair... or something to that effect. The story I got didn't make much sense at all - what I do know is he approached me asking to be given respite for the short term whilst he handles some of his own affairs. I was asked to come and collect him from a particular location inside The Barrier.

I decided that, if I was going to go out there, it'd be with an absolute lack of style. I dragged the Maelstrom out of her hangar bay and after some prepwork had her up and running in her full anti-glory.

I'd forgotten just how carnally satisfying the old girl on full song is. The great engines she propels herself with, when locked inside an atmospheric environment, produce a noise unlike any other - the kind of low, powerful, deeply masculine growl that turns women into sex-hungry beasts.

After enjoying the **** out of my lovely sex machine for a moment, I throttled her up and, with the girls aboard next to me, set off towards the great barrier ice cloud. A very mundane 6 hours later and we were adrift in an endless sea of blue ice - if not for the navigational systems I borrowed from In Silico, I'd've called myself lost.

I closed in on the co-ordinates given to me and, sure enough, there was a lone fighter sitting inside the crevices of a large asteroid. If one were not looking for it it'd be invisible - which I suppose was Robert's intention.

I wonder if he was expecting a sodding destroyer to roll up on him - the response I got made it seem like he was expecting something a lot less dangerous. A short introduction later saw his very second-hand fighter tucked inside the Maelstrom's cargo bay and himself wandering around her innards.

Of course, I opened up with a swathe of questions to try and figure this guy out. Why would someone seek help from a total stranger? That is, I assume he's a total stranger. Some of the things he's said about me make me think he knows more than he lets on.

Besides the honesty issue, Robert himself seems fairly decent. He's mostly well kept and eloquently spoken - certainly well above most of the people I associate with. His Hispanic heritage shows in his accent, too.

When I first hauled him aboard, though, it was a slightly different story. He had all the hallmarks of a man on the run: He was hungry. He was thirsty. He smelled bad. His clothes were dirty and stained. He was sleep deprived. His ship was out of fuel and falling apart. Above all, he was desperate.

Those are the things that let me decide that, even if Robert isn't being truthful with why he's on the run, the fact remains that he is.

I gave him some food and water first off - both of which were immediately consumed.

The second order of business was a shower. I was too polite to tell him but he smelled absolutely disgusting - as if he'd been rooting around in a dumpster or something.

The third - and most troubling aspect - was clothing. I didn't have any men's clothes of any kind on board. Why would I, after all? We're all women. However, what he had on back then smelled just like the rest of him did and I really didn't want that sort of potency in a closed-circulation environment.

After giving my new pet Corsair a bath I went digging around a collection of goods which've been sitting around the Maelstrom's cargo bay for longer than I can remember - eventually turning up something he could wear. He didn't seem too impressed with a New York Knicks T-shirt and grey cargo pants but he was given the alternative of walking around naked and snapped them up without further complaint.

With that said, however, the true highlight of my expedition into the depths of my stolen property was a massive stash of lingerie of all shapes and sizes hiding away in one of the containers - some of which I'm sure will fit me and the rest of the girls. Knowing I'd been sitting on this quantity of naughty knickers for so long is ever so slightly infuriating.

However, even more so enraging is the fact the joy of exploring my new-found treasures will have to wait until I've gotten rid of this male presence on board. After all, my body is for the eyes of Misaka alone - that's one thing I promised her with solidarity.

I decided to let him stay the night in a fold-up bed in one corner of the cargo bay. Regardless of Robert's motives, the fact he's at his wits' end is - after having known him for all of half a day - indisputable. With that said I did ask Fumika to run the night shift with a gun handy... just in case. In addition to that I'm not returning to Alsatia with him anywhere near me... just in case. One can never be to careful in this universe.

Hopefully he proves useful in the near future and, hopefully, my kindness doesn't come back and bite me in the ass.

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