"Well this is interesting.. This chair is making my leg hurt.. What the hell is going on there? Ugh!.. "
*shifting around.. and a click noise*
Log 1
Estium Captians Log
"Who put razors on this thing? Oh there we go.. At HEM.."
*sniffling*
"New ship.. new back.. think I pinched a nerve in my right leg. Its gotta be the captians suite they installed... The helmsman is a kid... I dont know how I feel not driving the thing but this ships shakedown cruise is destined for Freeport 1 to meet Bret for some kinda reunion."
*the course is displayed the ship is taking jumpholes mostly staying out of checkpoints.*
"We dont want bretonian police authority loosing their cool over a vessel of peace flying through house space. The idiots use that war their loosing as an exscuise to shoot at anything. nevermind rule of law even the Hippocrates dont know their elbow from an ass."
A post from.. crying.mans blog pops up.
"My idiot younger half brother... leonard joined a damn cult. ... Speaking of outcasts Packie is working on malta.. doing what I dont know. But hes alright there. no more withdrawal. Packie told me they where after him to donate sperm for the sake of upping the birth rate research.. I advised him not to resist he is an immigrant after all."
"I have no idea what possessed Leo to give up his own philosophy for an obvious scheme.. Cult of Sirius as far as I've seen a group that gives our cardamine to hook people into getting more and the biggest problem is .. since Ihavent been able to get ahold of him. And its pissin me off."
