It's been a seriously long time since I've had the heart to make a new log entry.
So much has changed.
The glassing of Leeds, my home planet, was like a stake through the heart.
It may sound cold, but I'm glad that my parents didn't live to see that. Or even worse, suffer that fate. Fortunately myself and Shelton weren't present when it happened, but my uncles and cousins were. Shelton lost his entire family. He hasn't been the same man since then. Can't blame him though.
We both worked under the wings of the BAF during the attacks on Leeds, frantically relocating refugees. I had some time during this work to grab important items and paper from dad's old shop there. We still lost a lot though.
The war with Gallia didn't last much longer. I heard that their brutality at Leeds incited a coup attempt. I hope that those responsible met a fitting end. I have memories now that are only ghosts.
Shelton doesn't really fly anymore, and has relocated to Planet Harris to live out his days in relative peace. He putters around with the Gull occasionally and I let him do what he wants. He put me in contact with an old ship's mechanic who has a garage in Tau-29 who is looking to retire. It's a rather shabby old garage in the depleted field across from Nago Station which was
used to service the Kishiro ships working the field there. It's not much, but the price was good, and we've got to start again somewhere. At least we have the ships needed to make the necessary money to make a go of it.
