Smokin' with Logan

[Zeltak]

[font=Palatino Linotype]March 17, 818 AS
Eleventh entry.

[color=#FFFFFF]Dear diary,

Well, well, well.

Looks like the Doc finally decided to show me his lil' secret. Oh it was a damn secret alright, that fella didn't take no chances this time. I had to go all the way to frickin' Cortez, an' if that wasn't 'nuff, I also had to risk my neck flyin' through an asteroid field just to meet him.

Can't say the reward was bad tho. I was given some weird thing called Liquid Cardamin'. Can ya' frickin' believe that?! This stuff is actually drinkable!

I mean frankly, I thought it was just a sweet trick to be used during those long hours at Baltimore Bar, ya'know, pretendin' to be drinkin' Liberty Ale while actually pourin' down cardamin'. But it seems this "secret" was more than just that. Ya'see, the Doc promised me that my failin' fertility is gonna get fixed by this "special" cardamin'.

I didn't get it at first. I mean what was so different 'bout this stuff than regular cardamin'? He start yappin' with all his science terms an' I didn't understand a thing. But I tell ya', when that orange liquid was injected into my veins, the feelin', the rush, it was even greater I daresay than doin' Chrissy-babe.

No offence Chrissy, ya' are a wild creature in the bed, but I think I will stick to my orange liquid. Hey, at least it dosen't bitch as much as you do, hahaha!

Anyways, back to serious talk. I was warned by Doc that I would have to make a choice soon. Somethin' 'bout loyalty or some cryptic stuff like that. He always talk in ways I don't understand, but I'm gettin' the feelin' that it is somehow connected to my "pending investigation".

Man, I'm in a rough state right now. I have served the Navy for a long time, an' as much as I hate all those boy-scouts, they are whatever home I have. But if it comes down to the survival of my bloodline or them, I choose the bloodline anytime of the day.

An' I would even kill people for it.

No-matter-who-it-is.