Logbooks

Hawkeye Jones / 21 Aug 3304
So my mechanic called me up to the dock this morning....

Blackmount Habitation, HIP 17692, Pleiades..... My heart pumped adrenaline at the news, and I could feel the veins bulging out on my temples. I swallowed back my unease and a growing sense of panic. I asked again. "What do you mean SOLD?" The station apparatchik, nominally female, looked up from her datapad and met my eyes. "Right here, Commander. Logged with your signature...