The Plague Logs

[Marburg]

I found a Gaian base with cheap beer just a stone's throw away from the Sh*tland so, this must be the place i'm looking for.

"Islay" ...hmm...a crappy name for this kind of hole. It's really just a hollow rock w/ a few atmospheric pumps, but, I like it well enough to finish my D&R weekend here.

I tried to pay the Dockmaster for letting me the space to rope up my ship, but...get this: He said that I already paid in advance & maybe I should see the station's Doc about runnin' me a memory test or two.

OK, maybe up to now I ain't made it clear that in the grand scheme 'o things, I'm close to makin' deposits in my britches everytime I think about wakin' up in some storeroom as an amnesiatic nobody.

Before I knew it, I slammed the Dockmaster to the wall by his throat.

"WHAT OF IT!!" I snarled at him. "Either you TELL Me ALL you know of my 'Forgetfullness' or I'll make you the kind of ugly you just don't recover from!"

In what must've been a supreme effort to keep his panic in cheque, he essentially said in short, croakin' gasps that he just thought that if I forgot that I already paid my docking fee, a trip to the Doc's couldn't hurt. & that if somethin's gonna go wrong w/ a fella's memory, it's all sorts of better knowin' than NOT knowin'

Now I just feel bad...here I am thinking I'm the center of the universe & everybody's in on the conspiracy but me.

I let him go & he slumps straight to the floor.

"Hell Sir, I'm chock full 'o remorseful regrettings fer wantin' to kill you just now." I say in my most apologetic tone. "but I thought you were makin' small of me."

After a few minutes of making nice, 10,000 credits is what convinced him to keep my temper out of his docklog. (it's wise ta never foul up the well you drink from)

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