Personal Log 83: 7th - 13th December, 3301
05 Oct 2016Jemine Caesar
7th - 13th December, 3301 My daily life had become punctuated by the ringing of a bell.
0600: wake-up.
0700: breakfast.
0900: public service labour.
1300: lunch.
1400: visiting hour.
1500: exercise in the yard.
1600: free time in the communal lounge.
1900: dinner.
2100: return to cell.
2200: lights out.
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On 7th December, in the communal lounge, I logged on to my Pilot's Federation account and idly flicked through the New Commander pages. I selected an entry at random. His name was Divorahk Tarin. He described himself as a jack-of-all-trades; bounty hunting, combat, smuggling, a small amount of mining, convoy runs, patrol and escort duties, service within the Imperial Navy, and a brief stint with a group called Cosmic State.
I sent Tarin a greeting, and asked him what Cosmic State was. His k-cast recorded reply came back quite quickly.
"The Cosmic State are, in the simplest terms, Space-Vikings," he explained. "Quite a jolly bunch of fellows really. They are a band of independent pilots and warriors who work for Hammer Arms. The last I heard from them, they were conducting ops in the Hel System."
My attention was broken by the sound of a voice behind me.
"Now, ain't he a looker? Boyfriend, is he?"
I turned to see a woman of about 50, tall, blonde and muscular in her orange prison jumpsuit. "No," I replied. "I don't know him. He's just joined the Pilot's Federation social site. I was just saying hello."
The woman smiled humourlessly.
"Yeah? Well, you better forget any ideas of letting him into your pants," she said. "He ain't gonna be interested in a jailbird slut like you!" She laid a large, calloused hand on my head and ruffled my hair, then strolled away.
The week passed, slowly. I had received no information about when my trial might take place. And, more worryingly, I had not had any further contact from Sam.