The Plague Logs

[Ophiuchi]

Ebola to Hannah:

Greetings, Sister.

If yeve accessed young Mars recent log entry, Im sure theres a few questions spinnin in yer mind.

Ill answer the obvious one first: Showin a few new freckles to a lad with a snoot full and a gash in his side the size of a fine Irish potato wont get ye much. But I did take pity on im and let im play spoon to me fork. The feel of a warm breath ticklin me neck again felt as fine as ever, though.

As to the rest o his tale, theres a chapter or two he didnt include that almost had yer dear Ebola pushin up the daisies. When I first kenned him up in 37 pottin at Outcasts, I considered takin him along to shop for that two-level shield upgrade he still hadnt found, and some bangers to stress the shields of others. I quick put the kibosh on that idea, though.

Id made it all up through Lewis, Orkney, and 23, and Mar is still dancing with those sabres in 37. Hes also goin on about not havin the coords to Delta nor Gamma; so I can tell hell just slow me down. You know Im not the shoppin type as tis, and I like to get it over n done; so I save the lad a bit o grief by suggestin that he just head south and meet me on the Hood when Im done.

Heres where the daisies come in, Hannah. I kenned that the quickest way to get that trip over n done with would be through some space not yet on me own maps, only rumored at. So I jumped into 44, and was relieved to find it quiet and serene.

That was my last calm breath for a bit, gal. 65 and 63 were both ugly as sin, and I was out of counters n batts by the time I got to Chugoku, ruddy GC and Dragons houndin me like the Devil himself the whole way. I danced through to Tohoku, and was able to charm some batts off a few sleepy Dragon patrols there before continuin down into Delta, where those buggerin blue slugs took over and hounded me some more.

I check in wi Mar, whos still only halfway to Orkney; and hes kennin Im on some sort of joyride. I inform him that hes due a solid smack to his noggin as well as owin me several kegs of Guinness by now, and I limp into Primus empty of repair parts again. Those hairy critters had is shield in stock; which is more than I can say for the fookin sairs. Id already checked Yaren fer them Tizzies with no joy, and ran all over Gamma before I finally found a brace on Tripoli.

Well, Hannah, as all the dancing and runnin and searchin has slowed me up some, I tell Sir Dawdle to get his duff out of the bar on the Hood and risk his own nether parts a bit by meetin me at Canaria. (Uh, wheres that again? Fook!) I ken Ill be spending a small fortune in repairs and parts getting myself through 41 and 47, so its the least he can do.

Well, I had a bit o luck. 41 was quiet, and that ugly star only sizzled a bit of me hull away. In 47, a whole gaggle o Bounty swine and Hessians were chasin each others tails, and I was able to sashay past em wi nary a care.

The rest o the tale will ha to wait, Hannah, as the groanin and upchuckin noises from the loo ha subsided, and Im holdin Mar to his vow to buy me breakfast, whether he can stomach the site o it or no.

And, I need to cover these freckles fer another time, as his eyes may have uncrossed enough to actually see em.

Yours in Gaia,
Ebola

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<span style="color:#339999">Reg Waverly * Moira &quot;Kentigearan&quot; Waverly * Fnordette Sophie Noir</span>



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