Hope is the worst of all evils, for it prolongs the torments of man.

[Narcotic]

Neural Net Log - Captain Edward Hope

Personal Entry:

Saturday, the 2. February 820

Our journey to New York went smooth and without disruption. On our refuelling stops, I gave command to keep both eyes on Natalie, since we couldn't risk her being recognised by libertonian forces. Though this was rather unlikely, since she didn't wear the usual uniform or rheinland clothing. Nevertheless, she had a rheinland appearance, but at least she had her hairs colored in black.

We quickly shipped the refugees to Planet Denver and prepared ourselves for the returning trip. Again, the local lawful forces offered us their help, but this time I thankfully denied it. On our journey back to New London, Natalie mysteriously disappeared in her room for the whole time being. Even when we reached Planet New London, she didn't showed herself. I've been worrying that she was suffering under depressions or alike. However I didn't dared to disturb her lonesomeness. "Shared joys make a friend, not shared sufferings." That's what I think. Hopefully she'll feel better soon.

When we approached at New London, we landed the passengers from Liberty, we've had aboard and I checked my local mails. One came this morning from King's Cross, telling me that the ordered docking module is finished, and that I could pick it up anytime. And so we did. The Pandora proceed to the Cambridge gate, where the trading outpost is located, and informed Bowex of our arrival. Thereupon, a Bowex employee helped us with the module's transfer and installation. It so happened, that a second module already got finished, which I've purchased aswell, on the spot. Wonderful. Now it's time to contact the Bretonia Armed Forces, asking for two full time escort fighters, which will serve as enhanced defense support for the Pandora.