*As she switches the log on, Elena is sitting on a couch, a rather old, worn one that has seen better days already, from its looks suggesting dozens of rats living beneath it. The room she is in seems to be a very small one, likely belonging to some very cheap apartment on some even cheaper base. Blotches can be seen on the walls, most of them you wouldn't want to know the origins of. With her chin resting in one of her hands, she keeps tapping nervously on her cheek with her fingers while maintaining straight eye contact with the camera. Her eyes are telling stories of many things - tiredness, bewilderment, astonishment, curiosity and last but not least fear. The typical biting-on-her-lips phenomenon has as well returned again. After briefly hawking up something out of her throat, she begins speaking, her voice sounds unusually bland, yet obviously it is trembling, though she tries her best to conceal it. A last, loud exhale appears to announce tough talk heading the camera's way.*
If you should wonder in which messed up rathole I currently am residing abroad, let's clear that out first. Welcome to one of the cheap motels of Caernarfon Station in Poole. First question answered, second question, second answer: No, I'm not here of my own free will. Rather this whole bloody stay got imposed on me out of all the sudden. *She sighs.* At least Caernarfon stays true to its precedent it seems, you could call it a stronghold of sorts ... and that's -exactly- what I'm currently in need of. A place where no piece of sh.it can touch me. After what I've gone through a few hours ago, I could really need at least some safety. That's why right now I'm not really minding that this apartment stinks terribly of excrements and vomit. And I swear, if anybody opens this door right next to me without knocking beforehand, they will be fed a bullet from me.
*She buries her face in her hands for a few seconds, exhaling loudly again, as if she wasn't keen on talking about what she had planned to.*
Okay, so where to start best. The whole fiasco literally began when I accepted an invitation offer from a friend of mine, Karin Walker this girl is called. She amongst others, my fellow colleague Mason Coleman and some really, really suicidical Kusarian woman to be exact, had planned to do a little vacation run, you know, flying through all of Sirius, visiting some famous ... or infamously dangerous places, the usual crap. And as I didn't have anything else to do with my life at that moment, I, the fool I've been, didn't decline that offer and went along together with Kiara and later Nicole. I must admit, we've been a cool group altogether, it was all fun the whole time we spent in Dublin, racing at the track near the Hood and betting about the most ridiculous kind of stuff. That reminds me, I still gotta surprise kiss Kiara sooner or later. That's going to be awkward, I swear. It also heavily reminded me we seemingly got a replacement for good old Troy by now, in the form of Mason, it's hilarious how much he's similar to our Beardman. Flirting his way through life with never-ending teasing. It was quite amusing I must admit, but not more, honestly. But, tell me, how should I have known this whole trip that started with so much freaking fun would end in such an ugly way?! Ugly really being an understatement, I'm not kidding, it was one of the most horrendous experiences I've had so far in my entire life.
*A headshake.*
I should have known it would be trouble when we finally met up with Karin's and Mason's friend, a Kusarian woman called Kiyoko something-something. Honestly, I'm bad at remembering Kusarian last names, it's the same with Nicole's birthname, so please bear with me. Anyhow, we've grouped up with her at Gran Canaria in Omega-49, with the intention of starting our tour. Then I asked, Hey Kiyoko, what do we want to visit. And she was like, the Omegas and Omicrons, and I want to see that Neutron Star! And I was already like, Oh god dammit...
Thinking back, I -really- should have known at that point that the trip wouldn't end well. Vacation tours are fine and all, but not if you go to the Omicrons. There are so many countless dangers out there you don't even want to imagine. But I said like, Oh yes, Alright, Good. The hell, why did I say this even, that was ignorant. But so it went, and I quickly became their tourist guide I never wanted to be. A tourist guide usually has to guarantee that everything is in order, right? Well, I had five tourists behind me, and some of the most dangerous places in Sirius ahead of me, feels good, don't you think? You know, first everything was still alright while we were in the Omegas, visiting Cayman, Omega-47 and 41 aka the Neutron Star system. A tip of possibly useful information, it seems a long-time duration of its radiation can cause men to be the sexually-hyperactive kind of dude. After all, one of my buds - I won't say any name - originates from there, and gosh, he can be described as exactly that, sexually-hyperactive.
*Saying that, even a short smile appears on her lips, however it vanishes nearly immediately again.*
Then we entered the Omicrons, and I tell you, that's when hell broke loose upon us. First, everything was still alright, we crossed Corsair territory without any bad incident, but then, Delta was on our list, the explosive Freeport. There we landed, a small pit stop of sorts, refueling. I actually thought we would then make our way to the Sigmas already, because I swear, I love the Omicrons, but with my current problems on the cheek, I don't. But, that was the point when Kiyoko suddenly began gathering a momentum on their own, as she wanted to show us something in this purple Ice cloud next to the Freeport. First I thought she wanted to lead us to Minor, and I was like, Seriously, what's so special about Minor? Then I realized that wasn't at all what she wanted to show us, instead it was something... *She audibly gulps.* ... absolutely massive. Something that seemed to be a gigantic nomad structure, and the worst of all, it was active - and it even had a fuc.king entrance, leading to some sort of reactor inside of it or whatever the hell that was supposed to be. To be honest, I didn't really have the wish to analyze that further, my alarm bells began to ring, because seriously we shouldn't have been there I realized.
And as if it was really ugly karma or something, we got rewarded for it not one minute after, when we suddenly had these nasty things on our sensor again, two of them. The sensible part of our tourist group, Karin, Kiara, Nicole and me decided to fly back to the Freeport immediately, while Kiyoko and Mason stayed in this bloody structure for God knows what reasons. Back there at the station, one of these things, a drone apparently, contacted us, telling us - you know - "This is our void, what are you doing here?". It's always the same, but heck was I intimitated by that. And then, if this wasn't enough already, the other -Viech- *She accidentally slips into Rheinlandish for a second.* contacted me in private all of a sudden. And I swear, that was the moment when it -really- wasn't funny anymore. Because fu.ck, it indicated it knew about the whole deal with Hussaini and Ez. I'm hundred percent sure what I've met there was one of the two things he told me about, either Unschuld or Gaster. And it didn't seem friendly, no no, not at all. It promised me to watch me, heh, as if I would like that, gods. But I don't really care, because as soon as I heard -that-, believe me I was all about moving away from this god-forsaken place you call the Omicrons.
Karin, Kiara, Nicole and me made a run for it, out of the Omicrons through the Omegas into Bretonian House space. It soon developed into a hunt, that other thing, the drone, kept following us very, very close behind, and at one point or another, it nearly caught us, all while either Unschuld or Gaster kept pestering me on a private channel, giggling. I felt my heart beating like crazy, that was one of the heaviest adrenaline rushes I've so far had in my career. And that means something.
In the end, we made it outta there, that giggling piece of trash said goodbye, and hell, was I happy it said goodbye. We made our way to Poole, because we weren't exactly keen on moving through New London, where all the other nomad madness would have probably awaited us. So we went to Poole, and there I've found this small messed up accomodation I'm currently residing in. *She exhales.* End of the story, and I'm so unbelievably glad it's the end of the story. Getting over this will might take its time, but I'll survive that. You can just be sure I won't travel the Edge Worlds anytime soon, not if these infected buttheads are going to crawl up my arse everytime I do.
Maybe I'll find some rest now, I doubt it, but at least I should try. See ya!
*Not saying another word, but instead shaking her head again and sighing once more, she switches off the log, which doesn't appear to be easy with the tremble in her hands.*
