Dr. Gregory A. Moore

[PliantReality]

Log Entry 50108817

Though I am not given to emotionality whatsoever, it is difficult to suppress the neuro-chemical release of dopamine and adrenaline at the news; my science vessel has been upgraded. Previously, I've been taking the service of a retro-fitted Armored Transport graciously 'loaned' by the Academy of Astrological Sciences on Cambridge - adequate, yes, but the sheer power output of my electromagnetic frequencer, resonater, imager, and molecular analyzer meant I was limited in which tests I could run simotaneously.

That said, I was approached by a very odd man who proved my benefactor.

His name was Jack Agincourt. He was somewhat vulgar in speech - a fascinating hodge-podge of linguistic knick-knacks which can only be described as 'confusing'. The mark of a career traveler, it seems. The man was huffing a medical Cardemine re-breather but despite his physical and linguistic offenses, seemed remarkably lucid. I do not know why he gave me 22 million credits. Nor do I know why they were without a single demand in return.

I am, however, a man of the present, so I shall waste no effort worrying.

I feel somewhat guilty, having almost forgotten the contribution of one Dr. Werner. My friend was kind enough to wire me the modest, but not unappreciate sum, of 500 thousand credits. I am eternally grateful for Dr. Werner's aid - and I have enlisted him to help me organize my vision of a community of like-minded astro-scientists and explorers. The reality of such an organization is some ways off, I am thus inclined to focus on the here and now.

My new ship. I am no engineer, but I find it a marvel of efficiency where it concerns my work.

For one, the amount of space is much improved - never again will I knock my elbows into the processor as I activate the frequencer...

As I mentioned before, its powerplant is not only able to handle the equipment I have now, but will handle all the more I intend to purchase. Its radar and sensors are many, varied, and well placed - it also has the capability of mounting certain radiation resistant shielding which will allow me even closer proximity to certain more dangerous anomolies I might wish to study.

On that note, the shields will better keep me from those blasted Xenos and Hessians. I am not a political man - such paltry arbitrations are beneath the worry of a man of science, to my thinking - and yet I dislike these peevish rogues simply because they interrupt my work every five minutes! I suppose if I build the capitol, I shall endeavor to grease their palms, and thereby quell such incursions. But for now, my shields shall do their job even as they try to interrupt mine...

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Morality, like art, means drawing a line someplace.