LogBook #15
28 Nov 2020Isabella Adair-Levine
[26/11/3306][User: Isabella Levine]
[Log #17]
"Well it's been a few days since that Kepler Orbital incident and I can say that I feel a little bit better. Managed to sleep properly the other night. I'm grateful that I and everyone else made it through after my ship was stuck below deck. Travelling through those blood-red corridors and having to take detours to avoid dangerous areas could've gone horribly wrong. Ugh...but it's behind me now though. Today I headed back to the not burning Kepler Orbital and talked to staff about my ship being stuck. I was informed that they had begun repairs and that shortly they would be able to fix the docking platform to release my ship. Ah, but 'shortly' ended up being an eight-hour long wait and in between that obnoxious wait time, I had to deal with more Anti Empire fools getting upset at me as if I'm the devil incarnate and as if I was snatching up their children in the night for experiments. Found that stepping away and ignoring them was the best way to avoid conflict but I swear...sometimes..."
"Anyway, besides that, Galnet shows an article about both Feds and the Empire needing supplies for building Capital Ships. Makes sense on why they're doing this but I can't ignore that this is clearly another arms race to outdo each other because one feels threatened by the other. The NMLA is just an excuse. Or at least that's what I think. I'm...probably going to support this one. The Empire is calling and there seems to be some percentages off on some modules and weapons. I was just looking at the markets too and the materials needed can be traded for a really good price. Plus, my father will probably pressure me to assist with this anyway. I already see a message coming from him. 'My dear Isabella, I know that you are a busy woman but there is something of the utmost importance involving the security and wellbeing of the Empire. Blah blah blah.' Honestly, with all of this stuff, I sometimes want to take off in my Diamondback and hide in deep space with the stars by myself. Eh, but I can't just run away. My father's pretty much the only family that I know of and I hate to be his one and only daughter that disappoints him."
<COVAS-CELESTE: 'Incoming Message'>
"....Ha! There it is! Man, I'm good. I called it. Asking for my assistance in supporting the Empire and its security. For the Emperor. Oh boy, I'm going to have to take a minute and respond. Other than that, nothing exciting is happening so I'll end this log. So, Commander signing off. Bye!"