Logbook entry

Arbilac / 05 Apr 3305
He gotta friend in me

The Z plays on my mind. A mystery in a mystery. Solveable. perhaps... but likely easier jus' to leave it be than risk upsetting some higher upper that fancies keepin' a secret.

Had plenty of time out here to see the sights. Heh. Sights. Should be that, my tiny fleshy brain be unable to process the wonders of the void, yet, somehow it can seem normal. Monotonous even. Stars. Shiny bright stars. Worlds to plunder. Mysteries.

Always mysteries.

I ended up, well, not ended but I'm currently at the eastern most point, northernly speaking as it were, of the Rift as she meets the Elysian Shore and the Errant Marches. Lovely names; wonder why they called 'em that.

I wanted to get away from the Z and that crazy region of space. Creepy as all hell and with the fella appearan' less an' less I figured that area is just cursed. Clearly something up with it; I could throw theories around of parallel universes, phasing, and other such things I ain't scientist enough to know about. Bein' honest, the more I know, the less I wanna know if you see ma point.

So, here I am. I got here quick - a few thou in light year speak and now I'm explorin' a touch. Putting my name on a few shiny. Found me my own Earth like just last night. In fact, I'm sitting on her moon right now watching her from a far. She's a beaut. Got some easy-to-log-in-a-database name which is about as emotional as a turd, but it keeps the loggin' nice and simple. I'ma gonna call her.... Lucia. No real reason, just like the name. I doubt I'll come across her again, unless the Fed let us claim them for real. Still, even so, means going back through that mess of space behind me and I ain't keen on it.

You might a noticed I ain't been all that chatty about the fella onboard. Heh, onboard. Well, see, thing is, he left. For a time anyway.

Didn't you?

Come back thou; kinda permanent it seems. Maybe he'll be crew one day. Maybe I'll wake up.

I don't think he's real. Mind plays tricks and I thought mine was stronger. Reckon' I been seeing things this whole time.. and you're... movin' more and more aren't yeh? I wonder if I get to the roof of the galaxy you'll say hey or some such. He's a little further over toward my starboard controls, lookin' more that way too. Funny chap he is. Don't wear no clothes. Maybe they just ain't cold.

Picked me up some mats on the last few worlds I scanned. Gotta decent pay packet for when I get home. I'm headin' straight up, then core-ward to a set of systems that ain't seen much traffic before homebound. I'm gonna spend the time as best I can, see how much more animate my friend here gets... ain't yeh? We'll be good friends you and I.

Good friends.

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