Logbook #13
20 Nov 2020Isabella Adair-Levine
[11/19/3306][Isabella Levine]
[Log Entry]
"So….it's been some time since I last made a log. Been busy and all over the place. Typical for a Pilot like myself. Still...I've been moving around much more than usual. Lately I've dug out my Type 9 Heavy and dusted her off. Was doing an inspection and boy she's huge. I was moving through the different compartments just thinking how I could have an entire crew on board this ship. Something I would never do because screw trying to lead an entire crew of people. No way I could do that nor would I want to. I'm good on my own and with my SLF Pilot, Hillary. Speaking of her, she was promoted recently by the Pilots Federation so that was great. We celebrated at a bar in a station with a few drinks. Not easy getting combat ranks but she's ganked enough criminals and terrorists to earn that. Plenty of work ahead till Elite."
"Anyways, back on about the Type 9, I originally had her for deep core mining and would take her out to the edges of colonized space to hop into a nice pristine Ice Ring and start...well cracking open rocks. Wasn't the easiest as moving this ship is like trying to drive a space station. Plus chunks of debris would slam into my shields and overload them. Oh the repair cost of fixing my haul. Limpets would work but whoever designed their autonomous navigation software needs a kicking because an old blind pilot could navigate those icy rock fields better than those damn limpet collectors. But I digress. I've turned her into a cargo ship and installed a fighter hanger. Recently I've been trying to help local Imperial Systems struggling with disease outbreaks. So I have been delivering large quantities of medical supplies. I….ugh, I can't believe I'm saying this….I actually ran out of fuel during a delivery. It was a long trip and I didn't plot a proper course so winged it. Jumped into a system thinking it had a Starport. Turned out it was a lousy trading outpost. Had to swallow my pride and call for help while sitting in probably the most unsecured system you could think of. Full cargo load of advanced medicine. Talk about pirate bait. Guah...everything turned out fine though. Got help from a squadron mate and continued my shipping. I actually managed to pull them out from their critical state so I'm pretty proud of that."
<<Sighs>>
"Yesterday I headed to Facece to check on my father since he's ignoring my messages. Haven't been here in forever. Started basics here when I first joined the Navy. My father wanted me in with the best. So yeah, he was here and I visited him. Had a few things to say, but every thing went semi fine and I left him to rest for a few hours only to wake up with a pounding migraine and sore neck. I think it was the way I slept or something."
<<Isabella Chuckles>>
"My caretaker when I was young used to say it was...little Elf people native to Ekono, albeit the planet was terraformed, that would put me under a spell to not wake up and beat me up because I was a bad girl sometimes. It was an effort to smarten me up and it worked because she made them sound terrifying and real. At least for a child. I'm a horrible sleeper and I end up all over the place. Probably slept in a bad position. Anyways, I woke up to the news of the NMLA attack on another Starport. This time in Fed space. Reminds me of the Scorpion and the Frog story. I'm not calling Marlinists terrorists but from reading the news and seeing what the NMLA said makes me think about that story. I mean the Federation tried looking like heroes by taking in a large flux of 'refugees'. There was bound to be extremist mixed within them. They messed around with all this and in the end got stung anyways. It's unfortunate. Today I'm resting but tomorrow I'm going to head out and help evacuate civilians. I'm not a fan of Feds but civilians aren't targets. They're just innocent people. Really starting to hate these NMLA terrorists. Ugh...anyways, Commander signing off."