[Date: 11/04/823 A.S.]
[Personal log of John Blackwell: #009]
[Title: Less depressing]
Recording.
Shockingly nothing particularly bad has happened for a few days. That's a nice change of pace.
Everything has been going very smoothly, actually.
Lets see...
Since last log, I've had the Plymouth repaired. I actually made some small upgrades, particularly to the avionics. The Junkers are starting to like me more and more. Maybe it's just how much I've paid them in repairs.
*He laughs a bit, and pauses to remember.*
So, business has been going well. Succesfully pirated a small group of miners, and some smaller targets. Haven't made more than modest credits yet, but it's decent. Enough to keep myself fed, certainly.
The other day was an interesting change of pace, out in Rheinland space, I believe. There was a trading ship marked Royce Taylore, which I decided to lure away from the trade lanes with the false offer of a special deal. Turns out they didn't have all that much, but they made me an interesting offer. In exchange for an escort, they would pay me more than I initially asked for, paying partially in advance.
Admiring their entrepreneurial attitude, I gladly accepted their offer, and accompanied them to New London, and then back to Rheinland space.
It was mostly uneventful. We saw some strange things in the Omega systems.
Met with a bretonian, who didn't like me much. Zura and I- That is, the pilot of the Royce, talked a bit on our routes. Of particular interest was the discussion the three of us had about Nomads.
They didn't know too much about them, and Zura had never seen one up close, before.
Actually, that got me thinking about my encounter quite a bit. The Nomads are obviously very strange. The other two, and as it would seem, most of the galaxy, simply want to shoot them on sight. I'm more inquisitive, though. I don't want to start with unneeded hostility.
I find it fascinating that they communicate telepathically. When I met the K'Hara, I was obviously nervous. But at the same time, when they get into your head, it can be... Strangely soothing. It was pleasant, in an odd way, to feel that sharing of thoughts. And a total lack of dishonesty.
...I mean of course, all it wanted was to assimilate me, but it certainly wasn't going to lie.
As much as they scare me, I'm more curious than ever, now.
Perhaps I'll have opportunity for conversation again, some day...
Ah, but anyways. The rest of the trip was mostly uneventful, until the end. The Breton had left us. We got to New Berlin, and I guided Zura to Kreuzberg depot, as an ion storm was approaching. They got there before I did, and I got caught in the storm. I lost power, and rammed into some scrap metal, and gladly took very little damage. Once the storm was over, and the power came back up, I quickly docked at Kreuzberg. Turns out Zura was worried.
Heh, anyways. I set them up with Iron Scavenger, in case they wanted to make some diamond deals with him. And of course, an offer to be their escort any time they needed.
All in all, things have gone well recently.
Not sure if I should hope to, or not to see Nomads again. Well, anyways. The junkers let me have some space in the Kreuzberg hangar to sleep, instead of in my ship. It's actually nice to have some gravity, without having to put my ship in a spin. *He yawns, and a bit of shuffling is heard.* Actually, some sleep sounds nice.
