Richard Van Pelt, Junker

[Snoozzzer]

So she's been a tad hormonal lately. I honestly can't blame her, having been knocked up at the fine age of 17, leaving her orange planet for the corruption and filth of Liberty. All in all however, events have been working themselves out relatively well, datapad that keeps track of my sanity.

The other day, Cat and I flew down to Curaco and had the most marvellous time on their beaches. Would you believe what a little drug money would buy on that planet? 2 klicks of perfect white sand, for the entire day. We "swam" in their oceans, lay about while their provided slave boy tended to her needs. Truly, it was a wonderful time for us both.

Let's see...oh, before I forget. We got engaged! The act itself didn't go quite as planned, not that it matters a whole lot though. It's the end result that counts after all. So yes, we are now living together. When I'm not out at Bornholm or Ainu, that is. "Director of Bornholm" is my current position in the Congress and I must say, it's a joke. The Corsairs out there are frequently killing one another, or paying mercs to blow up their own food convoys, the Zoners are these...happy go lucky bunnies one minute, and xenophobic bastards the next. All that, coupled with the daily research developments on the wreckage make for quite a time.

Anyhow, the next jumphole is coming up. Gotta run and do all those tedious pre-warp checks.

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