Jesus, the Hellfire Legion is REALLY angry at us. In just 2 days I already had to assist on taking down too many of those ships. Luckily, they only brung capital ships, no Fighters or Bombers. Was a piece of cake.
This week's been very active. But I don't have much to say. Emily's still in trouble I suppose, but I really don't know. I think she's taking drugs. This is still confusing me, but... agh. You know what, good night.
<strike>____________________________________</strike> November 2nd, 0818 A.S.
Ugh, this is just great.
Looks like the radiation that my fighter ship's got did not just screw up the Damage Advisor thingy that came with the ship, but it's tearing me apart.
Yesterday I literally coughed blood out. I had to get medical at Norfolk Shipyard. Diagnosis: Outrageousely rare type of radiation poison. It won't kill me, unless I don't control the blood losses that will often occur. How do I do that? Take some pills they gave me from week to week.
I could do this weird surgery but it's freaking expensive, dangerous, and can leave me paralyzed.
With such an advanced medicine, we still need to take pills instead of some operation?!?!!?! Your guess is as good as mine: I dunno. And I honestly don't care either.
<strike>____________________________________</strike> November 3rd, 0818 A.S.
Right now I'm at Leeds with Sarah. We're going to Planet Gran Canaria to get equipment for her ship, and probably check out some systems around it, since she loves to do that so much.
Ah yes... it were the Zoners who saved her and the rest of the escapees 2 years ago. The Zoners just wanted the SHF Prototype... but then... heh, they made an act of generosity that let them live for so long in the Nomad Worlds... but I really don't know. It seems that Sarah got over that, so I better don't bother her about it.
