Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 068
Date: 06 - 02 - 818 AS @ 17:00 SUT
Title: Untitled.

Right, now that I've finally managed to get my sleep cycle back into something reasonable I am now able to jot things down at the "appropriate" time.

The last couple days have been rather unexciting, actually. We go to Texas in the Salvager, collect some steel and haul it back to Culebra Smelters where I'm given a reasonable, if not spectacular invoice in exchange. Rinse and repeat two or three times a day.

The Alsatia has been undergoing a refit of some of her armour plating, which has taken quite a beating in the time I've had her. My cruiser has had nearly all of her critical components installed and is more-or-less self sufficient in space. Only a few finishing touches and she's ready to hand out punishment to all whom oppose me. Which isn't a great number of targets, to be honest. I seem to have been partially successful in my time within the Xenos, the number of raiders openly attacking us has dropped off greatly in the last couple months. I guess they found something more important to do; or they're all dead.

As for the rest of my property. Misaka has become the image of a perfect wife - she's been learning how to cook real food in space - no easy task thanks to the general lack of actual gravity. I'm starting to think I'd like to spend the rest of my life with her - even after just six months.

Kana and Fumika are, barring the odd lovers' spat - getting along wonderfully. They enjoy each others company as much as I enjoy having two sets of cheap labour. Mr. Perque is still running around the place with his wife and son in tow, getting himself rich and sending me a franchiser's fee every few weeks.

The problem, however, is Sakura. It seems no matter what I do to set her return in motion, something pops up and ends it. I've confirmed that she does in fact have relatives to return to - her grandparents - whom from what I can decipher seem to be excellent people. The useless Junkers I contacted about getting a low-profile ticket into Kusari haven't said boo to me in a very long time. I can't contact the Golden Chrysanthemums because knowing them they will attempt to convert her into one of her own. Whether Sakura chooses such a path as an adult is none of my business but I will not allow them to sully an innocent mind.

Once I get the cash together I'm going out and buying my own way into Kusari's core. To hell with the Junker Congress, they are the most inept compilation of drongos, dolts and dumb-****s I've ever met. I sort of knew that a long time ago but I thought I'd give them a chance to prove themselves trustworthy after the Railgun incident. They've completely failed in that respect so it looks like they can find someone else to fight their war in Sigma-13.

Misaka is watching my typing this particular log entry behind my back in nothing but a pair of white lace panties and a sheer night gown whose sole purpose is defeated by the lack of gravity on board the Salvager. So I have my entertainment for the immediate future sorted.

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