Defending the Delta

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These log entries are created in secret and aren't available to any other entity.

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Log - Ezrael Vertiga

Today, Maren and me had just another day off. First some swimming in an indoor pool on Gran Canaria, then later the AFC event in Baffin. Like last time, it was with jump races. Very funny, and my god, dangerous concept, but obviously an attractive one, as people from all across Sirius stopped by. It was two races, and me in this new Montante was not able to compete. Wonder. The first jump led to Artois, somewhere in Gallia. Who would have known!? I'm just glad Maren and Thallia made it back in one piece. The same with the second race from Tau-39. Right, another system that nobody had on their charts. Bad luck, I guess, but it could have been worse.

Thallia got drunk as hell, and this time I didn't allow her to get to any party. I hope she isn't all too mad at me, but when we arrived at home, she fell asleep very quick, in our bed. I didn't want her to sleep alone in her room. She could have puked in sleep and choked on her own vomit. But in the end, everything was okay, more or less. I think Maren found it awkward. I mean, the bed is oversize and such, but as prude as she is, she just never was in bed with multiple people, not even in a non-sexual aspect.

After all, the AFC event was fun, and I'm glad everything went okay and that both Maren and also Thallia came by. Didn't see the doctor in a while, more or less. On my way home, when I traded the old Sternenstunde for the new Montante, I randomly saw Thallia in New London and we talked a bit on our way to Omega-49. She was busy in Omicron Delta, inspecting the new found nomad installation there. When the time has come, I need to inspect that installation as well, but better without Maren around. It's a shame I can't trust her when it comes to such things, but Valery would make her do things to hinder me. After all, she is a nomad and loyal to her own race, trying to do everything to make sure they aren't harmed. I don't really know what to think about it. It's somehow cool to have a nomad in our crew. A good one. I just hope I don't regret all this, but I have the feeling I will. A strong feeling.

Leon asked to leave the ship, to stay permanently on the Apahanta, as he told me he couldn't bear the thought of Nancy getting temporarily a nomad inside her body. He said he thinks I'm brainwashed, and Nancy as well, and he hates Maren for manipulating us, as he said. I get his arguments, and it must really look strange how we act now, but, my god, I'm clean, I'm not infected, I'm just a bit more mature. A little bit. And I'm in a serious relationship, of course that changed my behavior... and I miss the old days, to be honest. More day by day.

We have to take even more care for Nancy now. I told Leon he could stay on the Apahanta, as I really need him, not only as a mechanic, but also as a friend. While I really can feel the tension between him and Maren, it hurts me and annoys me to see this antagonism every day. I doubt it can be solved, and I have no motivation to solve it. I'm exhausted. Maybe it is the wine speaking out of me. I drank a bottle of those nice AFC imported wine. Sweet, just like I love it.

I invited Thallia to a dinner on Curacao this evening. I thought that was a nice idea, since we didn't talk very much in the recent days, as she was on her expedition. She missed all the fun we had on Curacao. The little girl. She looks so deplaced in space. A little combat dwarf, as we had a sparring session where she tried to bring me down. She did it once, tricking me when I helped her up. Dirty. I'll pay that back.

Miss Pimakhova... well, she was on the Hoffnungsschimmer for a few hours, sleeping, and then she disappeared to Gran Canaria before we had the chance of talking. Now we have a cargo bay filled with her smokes, and no Pimakhova. I'll send her a come tomorrow, after my date with Thallia. Just to be sure she is okay.

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