Entry 125 - 06.22.3304
22 Jun 2018MBaldelli
Current System: Pro Eurl DL-P d5-45I know that I've been quiet for a few days now. Not surprising really as I've been going through the usual lack-of-sleep anxiety that comes from the thought that I'm back out in the Deep Black alone and with the only company I can get from either the extranet, my downloaded files or the AI.
Yeah, the commander I was flying with had to turn back during the second leg of the journey because he had been entirely too hard on his ship. The truth of the matter is that he had to constantly repair it because his flying antics -- while being impressive -- needed the constant attention of civilization to repair it; those antics aren't in the least productive when you're in the Deep Black and the only thing you can do it use the AFMU to repair things and replenish his routinely exhaustible surface mining resources. If anything he would be needing to near constantly surface mine for the materials and would never be able to keep up with me as I programmed leg-to-leg-to-leg, on my way to a random Wolf-Rayet in the Centaurus Reach Arm of the Milky Way.
I refused to turn back, however. I wished him well as he headed back to the Bubble, and planned the next leg of the journey.
It's been a couple of days and while I have more meditative music playing on the speakers and a binary has been plotted to because the last commander that cut through here did a quick scan & run to one of the many touristy nebulae of the sector.
Breakfast and coffee's been prepped and I have to say that since either hitting Rear Admiral, Duke or perhaps even changing home bases to Jameson Memorial the ship stores for the allotment of my morning brew have significantly improved. For the last couple of years I've had to seriously sweeten my morning coffee with sugar and milk. Now? A smidgen of sugar is more than enough as it reminds me of the coffee I've had when I vacationed on the European Peninsula of Earth not too long ago. At least it's making waking up and looking out from the cockpit of the Zheng He infinitely more tolerable.
Like this example from a couple of days ago:
A beautifully purple Class III Gas Giant with clouds and a filigree ring pattern. No shepherd moons though, which was surprising given the delicateness of the rings.
Time to plod on for the day and enjoy the solitude of the Deep Black in the hopes that I don't have any sort of panic attack from my accident months ago.