CommandersCommanders, Bill Boards here. If you want the happy ending, stop reading. This is your last warning, Commanders.
The end of counted days.Guess who made it to Flammarion? Yep, that's right. Lil old me. Grand Vizier Bill Boards was kind enough to wipe my fines, and give me an Imperial Courier, free of charge, as a gift. He warned me to stick to data delivery missions. Today...
Day 25Day 25: Entry 1 Yes! Another ship just entered the system. They saw Leo's distress signal and are on their way! Day 25: Entry 2 I can't say how happy I am. I guess my voice must say it all, huh? Day 25: Entry 3 Okay,...
Day 20Day 20: Entry 1 Didn't mean to turn th*s *n (*). 10 days left. (Side note from the tech guy: * = The commander was coughing.)
Day 16Day 16: Entry 1 Unless something happens, I'm not going to make any more logs. There's no point in you listening in on me talking to Leophene. I'm talking to a fucking basketball.
Day 15Day 15: Entry 1 N** *uc* to re***. S*r** If *umbli**. I'll speak up. Well, a search and rescue ship jumped into the system. I tried to get their attention, but they just jumped back out Day 15: Entry 2 15 days.
Day 10Day 10: Entry 1 Sorry for the radio silence. I guess it wouldn't make much of a difference to you though. For you, it's only been a few seconds. The good news is, my comms are fully functional. The bad news... I'm alone. I've not squadded up yet....
Day 6Day 6: Entry 1 Yes! My comms were running for a minute. I'm almost out of here, I can feel it! Day 6: Entry 2 Its been 4 hours. No change.
CommandersCommanders, this is Bill Boards of the Imperial Corsairs. I've had the tech guys mark anything unintelligible with asterisks. Like this: 'B**l Boa*d*'. You may not wish to read on, Commanders.
Day 4Day 4: Entry 1 Nothing has happened. I'm starting to lose hope. Did I even have hope in the first place? Day 4: Entry 2 I've decided to name the basketball Leo, after my COVAS. Day 4: Entry 3 I don't wanna end...
