Richard Van Pelt, Junker

[Snoozzzer]

What a month it's been! Let's see . . I've shipped food from Malta to Crete, bought myself a pair of Kusarian fighter craft, hmm . . oh, how could I forget about the lovely Dawn and Catalina. Though Dawn . . well last I saw her, she was with Vixen. Must've been eaten', or thrown out the airlocks of Rochester. Both of which seem like a waste, of such an interesting, if not slightly misguided gal.

He looks about his rented room on Freeport 10, gazing at the trail of water leading from the bathroom, to the piles of sheets and clothing strewn about

So anyhow . . I met someone. Well, two people. It's confusing to me. Anyhow, Catalina. I met her roaming about New York, and we started talking of the navy, liberty, her home-planet of Malta, and ended up taking a trip through Bretonia. Certain details are fuzzy, I'm told booze was involved at times. Anyhow, travels. I showed her the pretty, secluded Invernes, she dragged me into a rather . . well the quite frightening Chester system, to see the 'spirits' that lived there.

A voice is heard over the intercom, indicating he has 30 minutes to vacate the room, else pay for another day

I should wrap this up . . anyhow, we had a dinner of sushi rolls up in Hokkaido, before meeting her father on Malta, before ending up . . well here.

Richard smiles dreamily, recalling the past day's events

Anyhow . . she ran off with Vixen to Gallia I believe, hope they don't get into too much trouble out there. I've got to go broker some arms deal with the Arbiter, oh and, try to record more of these adventures.

He reaches over and shuts off the datapad, before walking off to his Touketsu fighter craft

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