[Captain's Log - Date: May 24th, 823 A.S.] [Commander Matthew Hemlock]
It seems the longer I stay out here, the more and more people seem to be interested in me. First Ms. Cortez wants to ask me everything I know about the Bay or 'Reaper'. Then her friend, Ms. Cross, asks me about my past in the Order. It seems I can't even get a moment to myself these days. I've tried visiting the crew on Giza, but that hasn't spurred any interesting confrontations. Cathy seems to be occupied with keeping Millianne and the rest of the crew together. Millie's kid hasn't done anything truly spectacular, even though it's less than a week old.
I've been told that Ms. Cortez's bunch has asked the Order to consider allowing them to construct a station in Zeta. While I'm not apposed to it, the 72nd having been the few 'outlaws' I'd consider having lunch with, there just seems to be more to it than they first propose. Their leader, Randall Santiago (Though to be fair, he did request that I refer to him as 'Randy'), has continuously insisted that I remind the Order of their good deeds. It all seems a bit farfetched to me. Then again, a group of people apposed to their own homeworld's government has proven to be a recurring trend in these times.
I'm going to meet Cathy in the lounge aboard Santiago's flagship, the 'Aurora'. Supposed to serve the best Sidewinder Fang this side of the Kusari border. I just hope this one doesn't knock me out in the first punch. Whatever Royez put in that last one, be it cheap Liberty Ale or a dose or two of pure alcohol, I couldn't stop turning.
They better finish up with the Thunder Bay soon. I'm tired of living out of this dinky little fighter. Plus, I miss my quarters, as well as my crew.
