I have a hard time with bugs. I like Mez’chef, but she’s really an acception to my rule. I do not like thinking Venn is anywhere near the Swarm. But he is on a long radio-silent mission. He thinks I’m on a “safe” mission. Hah! We finally get away from Abollon, and found ourselves silently creeping through driftspace after encountering one swarm ship after another, including five dreadlancers. I can only assume our ship wasn’t worth the bother, as we saw them meet up, along with some smaller ships, in Drift. We were fortunate that Brock was able to keep our calculated route home, as we kept looking for large fields of asteroids to hide in. Once back in our space, we’d barely docked on Absalom Station before we rushed to the Stewards’ offices to have them warning, well, everyone.
Crew Personal Logs
- Red-Red-Red Alert. Red Alert. Red-Red-Red Alert. 7 Lamashan, 326 AG
- woo! 29 Rova, 326 AG
- I’m outta my head without you 26 Rova, 326 AG
- I pity the fool! 12 Rova, 326 AG
- Be afraid. Be very afraid. 29 Arodus, 326 AG
- I’m drivin’ all night, just to keep the rat in the race 15 Arodus, 326 AG
- You got no line in an eight-bit town 28 Erastus, 326 AG