Madness as usual

[Funkz]

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OPERATOR CONFIRMED: LOGAN SINCLAIR
RECORDING FILE PERSONAL LOG-000002

Uhm... recording? Yes. Alright. I could get used to this log-system. Really useful to keep track of things and I was never fond of writing reports for Lewis. It was definitely a good idea to install a proper system after the disaster in Tau-31 one week ago. Speaking of disaster, Mr. Magoon is still negotiating with those desk monkeys from Planetform. I don't believe that we manage to keep our contracts. And the insurance hasn't paid for anything yet, too. On top of that, I had to disband half of my crew down to Leeds. I have nothing to do for them right now and I won't be able to pay them much longer, the upkeep of this ship is astronomous if you make no profits. So we're only 14 people left at the table when Dorothy's calling for dinner.

Paul, my weapon officer, was unusually quiet during the last days. I bet he blames himself for the outcome of that battle although he doesn't want to talk about it. I'll have to come up with a way to tell him carefully that I need a new chief gunner and that means he has to leave. At the moment he isn't exactly what you would call an explosion of self-confidence. I do have hope, though. Yesterday I heard about plans of Synth Foods to expand into the independent worlds market and that they are looking for shipping contractors. I'll rent a Hawk on Leeds tomorrow and head to Manhattan myself to see what deals are in for us. I mean, how could they afford to not hire a Shire?

That settled, I allowed me some drinks in the "Autopilot", a bar right next to the BAF spaceport on Leeds. Shabby place, but the whiskey selection is outstanding. I met a women there, a "Ms. Gates", and damn she was beautiful. And also drunk. Told me about how she had lost her job two days ago but didn't tell me what kind of job. "I'd take any ship to get away from here" she said. Being the captain of not any ship but the proud Queen Victoria, I offered her to hire her immediately as a - well, yeah - sort of crewmember or something. We talked about it after my fifth or sixth whiskey, you can't expect me to be reasonable then. She said she'll think about it. If she really does set a foot on my ship I am a lucky bastard, that's for sure.

- Logan out.

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