Lee's Diary - Pilot of The Narcotic

[Narcotic]

Date: 19 July 821
System: Omicron Alpha
Location: Graveyard
Topic: Old faces & old places

My old friend arrived safely at Freeport 11 this morning. The joy at seeing again was marvelous. Having his face in front of me, triggered a comfortable feeling that nobody else in this universe could give me. He used to be like a father to me, when my true father was taken from me. At this point I felt somewhat of a guilt for not having visited their graves for over a year. I knew, I must return to Malta as quick as possible!

Cody showed his sympathy and we set Omicron Alpha as our trip's destination. I had the feeling, that he did not care much where we were heading, as long as he was being together with me and not trapped in his business in New York.

However, before we could leave, we had to install the docking bays first, and see if we can find a ways to get the Missile Turret work. The former was not much of a problem, as it was the same manufactur design and worked just well below the already existing one. Though, we did not manage to connect the turret to The Narcotic's powercore. Their libertonian origin caused quite some troubles, given that they used different power links, that would not want to work with the maltese-design.

Shodan told me, that she can change the connections at Valetta Shipyard, where The Narcotic itself was constructed at. Perfect. This way we can kill two birds with one stone. After short preparations, Cody and I left the Freeport, heading for the system with the green sun with the green planet.

The journey was pleasantly uneventful, which is truly a blessing within the deeper Omicrons. The fact that we did not run into anyone's arms or tentacles was almost disturbing. Not that it would have caused us any problems - we did actually expect it in the first place. Anyhow, that way we did enjoy the beauty of uninhabited space to the full.

After our arrival on Planet Malta, I have assigned Shodan to take The Narcotic to Valetta Shipyard to deal with the power link issue with the missile turret. Meanwhile, I took myself some time to introduce my friend to the only place I ever dared to call "home". We had some refreshments while we talked about the past times; our friendship, our business, and what life may bring in future. Until this moment, I had no idea what would await me in a few hours.

When the old man, showed obvious signs of tiredness, I guided him to the guestroom of my inherited villa. Myself, I was not exhausted at all. It was like I am sharing the endurance of my artificial friend, Shodan. When Cody sank into a deep sleep, I realized, that this was the perfect opportunity to go for a walk to the local graveyard, to honor my parents.

As every time I stood in front of the pair of gravestones, ever thought in my head was gone, not leaving room for anything but void. I enjoyed the calmness. I totally forgot the time, when darkness was already filling the resting place of the dead. Soon, the spirits will come to guard them.

Just as I decided to leave, a new message popped up in my transponder. No chance, that he already woke up. And it was indeed not him, but a stranger inviting me to a drink.

The Narcotic moored at Valetta Shipyard near Planet Malta.