Personal Log, 16 October 3303
16 Oct 2017User78245
I give up, I can't find her callcode. I've searched for it all day. I find it hard to believe that at no point during our conversation did the topic of exchanging callcodes come up. I've ransacked my ship's data core, my slate's memory, even checked to see if it's tattooed to my backside because why not. Nothing.I thought maybe I could get the Pilot's Lounge to help me out, but that conversation didn't go anywhere:
"Pilot's Lounge, how can I be of service?"
"Can you send me a copy of my receipt from the night before?"
"Certainly Commander, should be on your screen now. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
There it was, my callcode at the top of the bill. I winced at the cost. Lavian brandy is not cheap. "I'm trying to reach another Commander that stayed here recently. If I gave you her name, would you be able to give me her callcode from the top of her last bill?"
"Apologies, Commander. The Pilots Federation charter and Alliance law expressly forbids the sharing of personal information to anyone except family members and System Authority."
"Please? I'm a little-"
"I'm afraid my hands are tied, Commander."
"Thanks anyway." I'll just have to wait her out until she comes back then.