[Executing System Scan]
[Scan: 100%]
[No Threats Detected]
[Captain's Log - Date: October 8th, 823 A.S.] [Commander Matthew Hemlock]
Christ.. It's been, what, three months since I've logged something..? The techs finally let me have access to my quarters again, so I guess they'll finally stop poking through my room looking for my gin stash.
I haven't spoken to Cathy in weeks, and I'm honestly a bit worried. What she said last time before she stormed out on me still feels fresh, too. Like I'd just been given it three hours ago, instead of three weeks. I'll need to call her up and see if she's doing alright. Maybe even see if she'd like to meet up. She's not my genetic kin, but damn if I wouldn't want a daughter like her. Hell, she's already like one anyway, so I guess that's as good as I'm getting..
That contact I kept meeting on Barrier Gate met me with two of her friends not long ago. We didn't get to finish our chat before some black ops squad ambushed them, and I guess they were either killed or captured. Either way, the only loss from them is that weird artifact they wanted me to take back to Akabat. Still not sure what her whole plan was. Why does the BPA even need Order ships anyway?
I'm heading out to Freeport 11 tomorrow to talk to this chick there. Hopefully, she'll be more real than Green was, and preferably not wanted by a Navy black ops squad. Time will only tell, though..
I want my ship back, and I want that little rat's head.
