Evolution
29 Oct 2016GI Joey
Commander's Log, 29 October, 3302:So... yeah, it's been awhile.
I haven't had a lot of time to record in my log; sorry, Pilot's Federation. I think the last time I left a report on here, I'd just picked up my new Fer-de-Lance. Boy, it's been a long time.
Since my last entry, the smuggling market dried up, the biowaste and fuel runs from Sothis and Ceos have run aground, and thanks to the fleet I've assembled in the last few months, I have the ability to make more money than God without them. Practically all that's left in the market for me is to grab a Beluga Liner and start ferrying mobsters. Might be fun.
It's an odd feeling to be alone in space, knowing that I have the ability to practically print money with my shiny new-ish iCutter (The Rapier), crush enemies in my FDL (The Folly), explore the reaches in my Anaconda (The Endeavor), or fly the Jolly Roger in my iClipper (The Wave), all without having to sweat the insurance costs if I get blown up... yet I'm entirely alone, floating in the void, thousands of light years beckoning me to come and find their secrets hidden within the folds of their starry blankets. Huh. I might have to see what all the fuss is about out at Jacques.
Speaking of blankets, Tiana (the CEO of Ajoku Industries) is aboard the Rapier with me right now, wondering why I'm in here talking to a voice recorder when I could be in the state room not talking with her. I'm starting to wonder the same thing.
I dunno, Deborah... if you're still out there, or even if you exist at all... I must miss you.