Journal 12/27/13

Even in combat armor, radiation is no fun. It's a bit, you know, creepy.

Still, we saved over half the crew - really Dr Toin did, since she got the shields down so we could access the ship. Got a little dose herself, nothing too drastic. That jackass that was running the test got fried up pretty good. He'll live, which is good I suppose. After all, you can't watch your career implode if you're dead.

Journal 12/26/13

Well, it wasn't just a broken com.

Journal 12/25/13

Dr Toin activated her personal alarm, and she isn't responding on her comm. The people we sent with her say that she was in a restricted section of the station where the serious research is conducted, and they weren't permitted to enter when she went in. I've convinced Silver to hold off on trying to invade Ishukone, and we'll try something a bit more measured first.

Hopefully it's something that the lawyers can sort out, or it's nothing at all and he com is just broken or something.

Journal 12/22/13

Got word that Dr Toin arrived safe and sound in the State. Hopefully that'll calm Silver down.

Journal 12/20/13

Well, Silver is nearly intolerable with his worries over Dr Toin in the State. It's times like this that the image of the steely-eyed podder ruling over the fate of fleets and nations makes me want to giggle. And drink.

Speaking of, now that the Awakening Ideal is essentially up to operating requirements, I think it might be a good excuse to have a party. Nearly the new year, too, so I suppose the timing is auspicious. I think the crew could use it, and I know I could.

Journal 12/17/13


I don't know why people want to be lawyers.

I was on calls a good portion of my day - a portion that could have been usefully spent yelling at the commander of the fighter squad for that rather spirits-damned creative practical joke they played on drone maintenance - a portion that would have been useful, or at least satisfying, talking to lawyers.

Silver wants things prepared for Dr Toin's presentation, so step one is making sure they don't scoop her up at the shuttle port and bundle her off to the padded room. Which means our representatives int he state - usually as much good as a very, very expensive set of matching, Hikati-suit-wearing paperweights need to do their job for once. I always worry I'm signing over perpetual rights to everything I own or something when I'm talking to those weasels, though.

Still, Silver seems to think something terrible will happen if all doesn't go well (perhaps Nolikka threatened to hold his hand?) so I suppose it must be done.

Journal 12/15/13

First names! Well. He used her first name. Once.

Still, that's progress.

Journal 12/14/13

Some pains in the ass never seem to want to go away.