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Entry ID#: AS822_E03
Crew member: Tano Cariddi
Subject: The Show must go on

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First of all, I must express my deepest gratitude to <R.E.G.I.N.A>, because she saved all of us from the certain death, or even worst. From now on, Her Majesty got my fullest confidence and I see her as the fourth member of our crew.

After several week of recovery on <<Encryption code #CULLA AMATA#>> the Libeccio almost arrived at her formal glory. The repairs costs to us a fortune, but the Congress helped with some spare parts and a new engine block to the left side, which had been technicaly destroyed and trunced aldilà. I don't know what we've hit exactly, but was massive, for sure.

Paying the bill we haven't any chance to continue our sweet idle (which, to be honest, become almost boring), and against any insistence of the docs of the base, we've made sail and begin a new life. As we all know, "The show must go on".

Flavia has found Rusty's violin drafting in the ladies locker, but for now, we find it "wiser" to keep him from it, he need "rest", as we do. Anyway, Rusty is more grumpy than ever, and I guess not cause the lack of violin sound. I have to figure out what might be his problem. Maybe the last experience was too much for him, I just can hope, he will speak about it sooner or later, maybe after a nice long evening with dice and whiskey. I'm going to find an occasion to get some booze and a nice talk with the crew about "the happening".

Flavia keeps calm, maybe even calmer then before, almost like an iceberg, against her true nature. This gives me way more space for distress. The above said solution could work with her too, but I doubt it. She was the only female member of the crew, and who knows how they works in such extreme situation, maybe her body reacted differently or her mind.

My problem is, that we were awaken in a whole new sirius, the Congress seems fell on his knees, ill and weak as never berore. I'm worried about the news I get. Most of the congressmen hasn't even remember our callsign. Many has retired our disappeared. I will try find a way to aid our mates and renew the contacts, cause we need their support, and the comfort that we belong to someone. The space is a lonely place for one ship.

Meanwhile we managed to conclude the follow operations. All this work, I feel, was a great help for all of us, it distracted me too.

Operations were
- 1. operation:
TYPE: <<Encryption code #D'ORO PIGLIATO AI PIRATI NOBILI#>>
- 2. operation:
TYPE: <<Encryption code #VASO DI PANDORA#>>
- 3. operation:
TYPE: <<Encryption code #CATASTA DEL TESCHIO#>>
- 4. operation:
TYPE: <<Encryption code #DELINQUENTI COMUNI#>>

Quite a long trip, we made it two times in chain. We collected enough founds to pay back the costs of restauration of the Libeccio, even some minor improvements were made from it. With the third operation we've began to help the Congress too.

Our body is recovered, and her majesty flew well too, but we have a long way to make till the full recuperation. Furthermore, there is the problem of the unknown side effects, and who know what else, other complications can occur too.



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