Logbook entry

Emma Fidelis / 13 Jun 3305
Fourth Entry

I know, it's been a few days.

My business partner chastised me earlier to keep up with these damn things.

I gently reminded him that the business is always first and foremost.

So, where was I?

Oh yeah, Lori Fielderman.
I stayed on that rock for about one year galactic standard. The first three months were pretty much a blur.

The two of us set ourselves to contacting various family members and sending information and small mementos here and there all over the Galaxy.

One day, about three Months in, Lori and I were sitting down for a quiet meal of Braxan Steak, Dorain Tubbers, and Corn. Lori was drinking some pungent purple liquor. While I enjoyed a good fresh brewed Draxan Coffee.

Lori had been staring at me for the better part  an hour while we ate, making me feel a little uncomfortable and I was beginning to squirm in my seat.

I had finally had enough and asked, "Is there something wrong, Lori?"

She sat there for a long moment before she finished her drink.

"Actually, there is something that's been bugging me. I need to show you something.

I've been wondering how to approach this. So, let's take a bit of a walk."

We walked in silence. Whatever was wrong, she wasn't telling me anything.

We finally walked through a set of oversized double doors.

I was floored at the sight in front of me.

There was a lone ship in that cavernous hangar.

It looked lonely as it sat there partially gutted.

Lori's muted voice seemed to echo in that structure, "Jeff and Mara loved you like their own. She was unable to have children of her own and the two of them wanted a child.

The whole crew loved you like you were their own and asked me to see what I could do with the Credits they sent.

I was able to get you this." She waved her hand in the general direction of that tiny looking Krait MK II. That ship had a very scratched paint job and scortch marks all over that hull.

Other than that, it looked to be in almost perfect condition. Besides being a bit gutted.

In that moment I didn't know what to do or say. All I could do was drop to my knees and all the emotion I hadn't been able to feel since that day my Parents were taken from me to this moment completely flooded everything.

I don't know how long it was, but I found myself back in my room with Lori holding me and I was utterly exhausted from my emotional breakdown.

My grief had finally run it's course.
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