Sex, Drugs & Rock n' Roll

[Niverlare]

After several moments of light static, a click could be noticed before the voice-capture device was turned on

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She could be heard yawning rather loudly

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Mornin', 22th of June, pretty early ... either that or I've been sleeping for ages. Anyway, there's a few things to say.

First thing would be that the preparations regarding the salvage of the Praeclarus is almost complete. Next thing I'm gonna' do is sending a lil' drone, so I can get a clear view of the "wreck" myself. I know, my crewmembers said that it looks 'aight, but I want to see its condition myself.

Even though the shields are supercharged, and the armour plating is top notch craftsmanship, the radiation in there didn't do anything good, rather the total opposite. Frankly, I think it's goin' to take some time getting it in good condition again.

On another note, the deal with my contact on Malta is runnin' perfectly. Some of my older crewmembers are doing drug runs twice a week, which boosts my income quite well. And hell, I'll need every freakin' penny I can get my hands on.

Now, there's something else that happened yesterday. I've met an old ... "friend" again. Mason's his name, a really handsome Navy-fella'. Not sure if he's still workin' as a Navy pilot, but hell, who cares ? He's a bomb in bed, and I'll sure as hell make sure that we'll meet again. He told me he broke up with his earlier girlfriend, Catherine was her name ? Yeah, anyway, I think they actually wanted to marry or somethin', that sucks. I feel sorry for him, just a tiny bit. That bitch must've really f!#@ed up big time. But hell, none of my business.

I'll report back once I've sent a drone to the Praeclarus, until then.