DRX 3303-02-21 (1)
21 Feb 2017Iconoclypse
Can't sleep. Like that's news.So... No contact with 8-6, as per fuckin' usual. It's all one-way traffic with her and it's winding me up. Griffin wants answers. I want answers.
How long are we supposed to keep running DRX ragged across the galaxy? We've covered close to 200,000Ly just in 'official missions' - none of which have been pointed in the right direction, thanks to 8-6.
Meanwhile, DRX has been clamouring for a home. Reluctantly, after consultation with the Command Team, I approached the Pilot's Federation, with a view to installing DRX in a suitable system.
I have to say it's a strange situation. We bill ourselves as a 'Deep Reconnaissance' unit, and yet, here we are, applying for roots. Hmm.
Still, James and I have to continue to be sensitive to the mood and desires of the team, if we're ever going to get to do what we need them to.
Shit, I really should go to sleep...