Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 029
Date: 14 - 10 - 817 AS @ 19:35 SUT
Title: Take the first left, then the second right, then...

The tradelane and jumpgate are amazing pieces of technology. What we covered in 2 days of open-space flight at cruise speed, the tradelanes cover in just a few hours. Unfortunately, we've reached the end of the tradelanes for this flight. The Alsatia is currently moored at Toronto Station, in high orbit over Planet Huron in the Ontario system. I had to buy a heap of supplies, the two tagalongs are eating us out of house-and-home.

According to the map I have, this base and the lane we took here doesn't exist. Only the gate and one small outpost nearby. Shows you how useless it is.

If I am to believe the map I must leave the lane network and fly in open space for about 24 hours in cruise, which should bring me to the location of the jumphole to the Alberta system. Once in Alberta, I must fly in open space, for another 30 hours or so by my calculation to reach the jumphole to Yukon. That's assuming it's the stationary, stable type. Knowing my luck it won't exist any more or take the ship and turn it into radioactive dark matter when I use it.

Update on the two love birds, they seem to have adapted well to life on board rather well. The place hasn't been this tidy since.... since I bought it, really. The two don't seem too worried about where I'm going, I was expecting to have to answer at least a couple questions... they are either totally oblivious or have already got me sussed.

Fumika has a new nickname, too. Hence forth and forever forward she shall be known as Firecracker. She's got a really short temper and is quick to bear her teeth at the slightest provocation... but usually turns soft as butter within minutes, especially if whatever she's mad at concerns delicate Kana. Fumika is constantly trying to hide her affection for the poor little thing, but the second she returns the slightest hint of it Fumika goes beet red and becomes a stuttery mess.... gotta wonder how those two, of all the people in this universe, ended up together. But I suppose I'm not one to talk, considering how I caught mine.

Strange girl, that Fumika. Strange indeed.

In other news, got about 6 hours of dead space ahead of me, at which point I'll be bestowing control of the ship to the night shift, a.k.a Misaka. I don't trust the autopilot any further than I could throw it (the case it's in weighs 2 tonnes, to give an idea). Assuming I get a good night's sleep I will wake to relieve Misaka at 9AM tomorrow SUT time. Hopefully I'm still alive. I don't like sleeping in space, but I can't afford to fart around any more. Not having done any real work for a long time has caused a black hole to appear where my credits used to be.

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