All clear. No trackers or Bretonian Intelligence vessels.
Took me a few days to get my ship cleared. Freeport Six wasn’t too pleased about the possibility of a tracker, but what can you do when you meet someone whose clearly interested in whats going on around you? At least theres nothing following me. Though… that strange musics disturbing. Where is it coming from? Its been in the back of my mind since I left Coronado, unwavering in intensity. Not so much that I can’t drown it out… but enough to distract in times of meditation.
I received an echo protocol ping from mine and Crowleys private line. Encoded, as expected. No words, just a location. It lines up pretty close to where we met, not far from Honshu. Now i know where he wants to meet, I’ll head over there. If memory serves, theres an abandoned base that sounds like an ideal location to lay low. Worst case scenario i get a break from all the commotion this side of Sirius.
