Topic: Log Entries

Misty

Date: 2006-05-14 12:06 EST
Pilot's Log, May 14, 0700 hours local time.

Finally took on a crew I think may be trustworthy. Might have to train them on a couple things.

Brian applied as ship's cook, but like it or not, he's getting cross-trained on communications and sensors.

Sigma, she's a mystery. But, if she's as good with tech as she claims, we're all good. She was saying something about all she would need was a section of the cargo bay and access to the power grid. I think I'll just let her hook directly to one of the substations. Not like this tub really needs 'em all anyways. . .I just liked the thought of having extra juice when it's necessary.

So. If Sigma doesn't need a room, so to speak, I might be able to jostle another crewer. That could come in downright handy.

The ship is well on it's way to a full upgrade, thanks to those sneaky. . .no, I'll be polite, even in private. They're mean, but they pay good and keep up with maintenance. Even if they are trying to sneak the specs on the power grid and stealth systems. ::giggle:: Sillies.

It's another funky and foggy day here, so it looks like I'm gonna stay inside all day. Get some rest in, for once.

Misty, out.

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2006-05-15 05:26 EST
Crewman's Log: May 15th, 0505 hours local time.

Finally made it on board the Fur'za and began supply preparations. As it stands a few trips will have to made to restock once the overhaul is complete (I don't want to fully stock at the moment until I know we are green lighted to do so). Quarters are nice and the ship is amazing, then again it's been years since I have been on any kind of a star ship.

I signed on as the ship cook, but I have a feeling I might be doing more than that. Which is no problem as I do not truly expect to sit and cook all day for a small crew. With my techincal background from Ragol, this should be okay and we even have an android on board which makes me think back to when I worked with Dorothy. Anyways, I am settled into my quarters for the moment and my weapons are being recharged and modified locally.

Sigma is the Android who is part of the crew, I do not know what her designated position will be at the moment, but I do know she is strong and good in a fight. Now if she could get a grip on these "Jealousy" impulses she tends to get then everything will be jake.

I took a quick tour of the ship, I must say it's amazing in it's own right. The Galley is a bit small, but I won't complain by any means. It has everything I need on the fly and has a good deal of storage space.

I don't know when our first outing will commence, but truth be told I can't wait. The Captain is capable, and has an appreciation for my coffee so we are off to a great start. Now if I could only get Sigma to drink some Vodka.. Anyways, enough of this.

-Raven out

End Log

Sigma_Noin

Date: 2006-05-15 07:25 EST
Andriod's Log: May 15th, 0635 hours local time

My moving in was somewhat time consuming and tedious. I had requested no quaters, but a good sized portion of the cargo bay is at my disposal and I will use it for not only this job as Technician; and whatever else my skills are ordered to do, but to continue my own work of creating Cybernetic enhancements for my own enterprise.
I had bought new tools, even some old relics such as a spanner and hammer and various other Earthian antiques as well as a cutting lazer, a portalble access terminal - I do believe they call them 'Laptops,' and lastly, various sheets of metal and components.

Just in case.

It appears the Fur'za requires no upgrades I know of, I have seen a few people upgrading the technology and despite I think their job is... Agreeable... At best. I will hold my tongue in lectureing them on how to do their jobs correctly.

I have not finished exporeing this vessel as I have just completed hauling in my re-charge cables and installing them into the power grid.

Time for a recharge cycle first.

Andriod #001, Designated codename: Sigma-Noin, Birth Name: Sally. End of Log.

Misty

Date: 2006-05-18 00:03 EST
Pilot's Log, May 17, 22:57 Local Time.

Almost forgot to record this, due to having a really fun day.

Gave the crew the greenlight to resupply, with a substantial credit account in the ship's name. Any personal trinkets will come out of their pay, of course.

Got another run to make, should be back before local sunrise. Just a quick little milk run.

Actually did a little fighting last night. They got this huge Fern over in the Outback. Made me almost homesick. The trees around here are so tiny.

Will recommend the crew go armed for this. Make the marines behave this time. Current contract is for squad insertion. I got no mention of retrieval, so we're just flitting in, dropping the hatch, and telling them to haul the chaff on out. I'm not landing if I don't absolutely have to.

Have heard scuttlebutt on possible delivery of squads to airlocks on hostile ships. They start trying to pull that on this ship, I'll space 'em myself. I don't do boarding parties.

::yawn:: Time to get an hour or so of shuteye. I hope Des is alright. I didn't use claws, so she should be.

Misty, out.

Sigma_Noin

Date: 2006-05-18 10:10 EST
Andriod's Log: May 18th, 0914 hours local time.

Resupplying was limited for the Technicial department of the ship. The nesseccery upgrades to the ship was done by those cowboys a few days ago. I still believe I could have done a better job. But, if the ship falls apart during high speeds then we can safely assume why that happened.

My supplies, are as followed:

- 4 sheets of 2x10 meter di-titanium. Side Note: This is just for basic patchwork if there is any breaches.

- Several new programable blank motherboards

- Lastly, a possible upgrade for the ship.. I will need to clear this before hand with the Captain, but it will allow me to gain access to all the electronic pathways throughout the ship. So I control and even repair any damages from within the ship itself.

Dangerous, if I am hooked into the ship during any battle. Risks, although, are agreeable if the ship is intact due to my actions.

A last resort, as they would say.

Apart from my resupplying which luckily was cheap, there is nothing else to report except the parameters of the mission. I may not like it, but that is not my choice.

Andriod #001, Designated codename: Sigma-Noin, Birth Name: Sally. End of Log.

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2006-05-18 11:40 EST
Crewman's Log May, 18th 1125 hours local time

Resupply operations complete for the galley as well as galley stores and equipment inspections. Had little problems in procurement.

Personal property has arrived and has been stored in Quarters.

Personal standard weapons have been recharged and calibrated, new side arms were purchased (out of pocket) for myself.

Someone has made mention of Marines and a drop sortie, truth be told I think that might be fun. I even broke out my combat boots, black BDUs. I decided to go with two types of side arm, a specialized earthen glock .45 slim line with an extended clip and armour piercing rounds, and a modified Blastec .95 laser pistol, I figure both will be decent enough given whatever we deal with. I also brought a .12 gauge street sweeper styled shotgun with armour piercing rounds and an AR-15 modified commando styled and stocked automatic rifle. It just gives the place a homey feel if ya know what I mean. Well that and the poster of Tanya I am gonna stick on the wall of Sigma's bay space...

Anyways aside from that, I will get with the Captain to see about what else she would like me to do on board so I can begin to refresh myself.


-Raven out

Misty

Date: 2006-05-21 20:36 EST
Pilot's Log, May 21st, 19:32 Local Time.

Ran an automated field test of the ship's weapons yesterday. The main turret could use an upgrade on the recharge speed. Will make note to apologize to the owners of the property behind the Inn.

It took me the better part of two days to rest and recuperate. I think they put liquor in this chocolate syrup. I do feel relaxed, though. Will be resupplying personal armaments as soon as able.

Note: Ask Sal to reconfigure immobilization grenades for wider spread and better adherance. Also, I should probably start going armed if folks wanna let slavers, meanieheads, and wolves all run free in the building.

Went shopping this morning for additional "study materials". I should have something new worked out soon enough.

Note: Have Brian keep a handy stock of "grog" in the med-locker. . .alcohol for the humans, chocolate for me.

That's enough for now. Gotta go down to see who's what and how.

Misty, out.

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2006-05-23 04:30 EST
Crewman's Log May,23rd 0403 hours local time

Currently going over tech manuals for the ship communications and sensory systems. Damn, this is a lot of reading. I hope to have communications sufficienty handled by weeks end.

Ran another supply run and now have a sufficient stock of Chocolate for the Captain. Given her reaction to it last week, it should make things interesting.

Put up a poster of "Tanya" on the wall of Sigma's bay area. I am hoping she will enjoy it.

Everything else is SOP.

-Raven out

Misty

Date: 2006-05-23 07:57 EST
Pilot's Log Entry, 06:50 hours, May 23, local.

::giggle::

Ahem. Mmm. Looked over financial situation. Estimate needing to . . . ::giggle:: Oh stop that!

::cough:: Gonna need to make another drop run here in a week or two.

Dreams are back, with corresponding . . . ::gigglefit:: Fardles.

Note: Tell Sig and Bri they got a week off.

Personal note: Found intriguing gentleman with ::giggle, little gasp:: talented fingers. Need to look at his masseur license. Mmmmm.

Stash of chocolate sauce about half way gone. Need to experiment with that moji fruit I got tucked away. Probably don't need anyone around for that.

Yes, AJ, I'm almost done.

::giggle:: I hope the crew enjoys their vacation. Run going to be scheduled for the 31st, waaaaaaay early.

Well, maybe. ::giggle, gasp:: Ohh, this guy's gooooood. . .::purring::

Misty, out.

Sigma_Noin

Date: 2006-05-23 08:35 EST
Andriod's Log: May 23th, 0811 hours local time.

It appears we have a week off.

I need sometime to go back to the Warehouse and continue my experiments of upgrading the technology to interface with the ship.

Not much to state, resupply is done. Although, not much resupplying was not requires.

Side note, stop monitoring the crew's logs.

Somethings are best not known.

Andriod #001, Designated codename: Sigma-Noin, Birth Name: Sally. End of Log.

DeadCat

Date: 2006-05-23 19:35 EST
Pilot's Log Entry, 08:22 hours, May 23, local.

::A sound of a bump. A knock. Breathing::

Luuuuke.... I am your faaaathaaah....

::Snickering::

::The voice became tinny, now, as if turned away from the microphone::

No, Misty, there's nobody here!

::Snickersnicker::

And here's the wind-up, and the pitch! Ooo! Swwwung-on and missed, that's steeee-rike two. Ladies and--

Oh. Hi, Misty. U'hm.. nothing...

::A soft click, and the recording ends::

Misty

Date: 2006-05-23 23:47 EST
Pilot's Log Entry, May 23, 22:50 Local time.

::sniff, sniffsniff:: Hmmm.

Note: Assign wristcomp to AJ. Include tutorial.

Mmmmm.

Further note: Buy new clothes for AJ. He might need 'em.

::just a little groaning, not her this time:: I know, I know. . .you're tense. They're your favorite pants.

Wanna save 'em?

::giggle::

Misty, out.

Misty

Date: 2006-05-24 07:49 EST
Personal Log, May 24, 06:50 local.

::deep sigh:: It started again. 'Least I found. . .hee. . .someone nice before it . . . took over.

Hmmm. I do hope he holds out.

I'll try to be good. Stars know I ain't gonna get any work done this week.

Bought him some new threads. Ordered via 'link. Should show up today.

Oh yeah. . .I guess he's part of the crew now. ::giggle::

If he's sharin' my bunk, I still got room for another crewer. How nice is this?

::another giggle:: Maybe. . .I can get that Tanya girl to sign on? Sal's not using her room anyway. Make everyone happy. Bri could bring his lady, Sal would have her lady, and there'd just be all the people here we could ever need. . .

Hmmmm. . .

I think I'm a romantic. ::shushing sounds of movement on fabric:: I'll just have to see what else.

Misty, out.

Misty

Date: 2006-05-24 23:29 EST
Personal Log, May 24, 22:45 local

Hmmmm. A nice, relaxing day, lounging in a darkened room, with room service.

I could get used to this.

Misty, out.

DeadCat

Date: 2006-05-25 07:39 EST
Personal Log, May 24, 23:50 local

Is it on?

Is it-- is it on?

How can you tell?

....Oh. ::snickersnicker::

Stardate: zero-six-five-point-oh-two. These are the voyages of the sta-- ACK!

What'd ya' hit me for? Ooo, coke!

::metallic popping sound, then silence for several seconds::

Life is good. Hollon, lemme check this out.

Oh. Again?

::psuedo-exasperated sigh:: Oh, if you insist...

Hey, hey, woah, hey, watch the-- that's my shirt!

::snickering, turning into laughing and howling:: Ohmigawd, ohmigawd, stop with the tickling!! Oh!!

Misty, lemme turn this off. ACK! No, no, lemme get it turned off!

::heavy breathing::

How do ya' turn this thing off, again?

Hey-hey, watch the tail. Ooooh. Nevermind, go ahead with the tail. Now how do ya' turn this thing off?

Look, watch, I'm pushing it. It's not wor--

::click::

Misty

Date: 2006-05-26 00:31 EST
::entry reads, Personal Log, May 25, 16:02 local time::

::several minutes of snoring and purring::

::shushing of fabric, rasp of fur on skin::

::more minutes of snoring and purring, with a little murmuring::

::log ends::

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2006-05-26 04:38 EST
Personal Log May 26th 0434 local time

Putting in for some extended leave. Things need to be taken care of on the home front.

I may request for permission to have Charlotte come on board for a bit. I think we need some time away, that is if she is willing.

Anyways, that's it.

Misty

Date: 2006-05-26 08:18 EST
Mmm. Uh, Personal log. . .day. . .what day is it? Oh yeah. May 26. Waaaay early.

Just a li'l note to remind myself to go ahead and let Brian take some time off beyond the week thing. Yeah.

::gargantuan yawn:: Ugh. Ok, I think that's it.

Hmmmm. ::trailing into a purr::


::snoring::

::end log::

Sigma_Noin

Date: 2006-05-26 08:45 EST
Andriod's Log - ah **** it.

I am not in the mood for the technical crap today. I have tried upgrading my chasis and it did not turn out too good. The fake flesh and nervous system for the breasts are not working sufficently and I am most... Angry this expierment was a failure.

Apart from this my enterprise with my warehouse has been slow as of late. A few renewed old-style Earthian cars needed upgrading from standard air polluting engines to electric motors.

One of them blew up and damaged my right arm, so I suppose that needs repairing too.

Perhaps I should have not said to the Captain money wasn't an option.

Sally, out.

Misty

Date: 2006-05-26 23:31 EST
Pilot's Log, May 26, 21:19 local time.

Sally still hasn't picked up her wrist unit from Stores. Will have to talk with her about this.

Set up account at local bank for ship's purposes, including resupply and payroll.

Personally resupplied my chocolate syrup. Now, I've got fruit, I've got chocolate, and I've got. . .::giggle::

::voice falling to a whisper, sound of a jar lid unscrewing:: Oh AJ. . .it's time to wake up now. . .

::log ends::

Misty

Date: 2006-05-28 00:31 EST
Pilot's Log Entry, May 27, 23:30 local

SawBriangavehimokforCharlottetoaccompanygotreallyb igrockit'sadiamondfromsomeAtlanteanguyhadbigglass ofchocolatemilkmorechocolatethanmilkgonnapounceonA Jnowbye!!

::log ends::

DeadCat

Date: 2006-05-28 14:55 EST
Log... Uh. What day is it, again?

Misty's asleep right now, so I actually have time to keep playing with this little wrist computer. It's awesome to look at, and I've started mapping out what exactly makes it tick.

Catnip almost gone. Misty's going to be pretty upset, but, uh.. I think the chocolate milk might pretty much have the same effect for her. Well... near enough, anyway.

::indistinct murmuring::

You awake, sleepy-head?

::faint purring, more indistinct murmurs::

Hey, you know me -- more than happy to! Just gimme a sec, 'kay?

Fuzzbutt's awake, now, so I'm going to go give her some special attention.

Why does this off button always seem stuck? God, I hope I never forget to turn this off and record us--

::click::

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2006-05-30 06:33 EST
Personal Log May 30 0631 local time

Holy Sh*t...

I may never look at this ship or crew the same again. ::laughs::

Personal note, arrangements have been made for Char to come along.

Mental note: NEVER read personal logs ever..

I wonder what the next trip will bring, I better restock on the booze and dragon along my N64, I gotta have Smash Bros. and Mario Party.

Misty

Date: 2006-05-31 16:23 EST
Pilot's Log, May 31, 15:30 Local

Well. Back to the grind, I suppose. ::a heavy sigh:: Whatta week.

Run went smooth, no problems from cargo or destination. I like those runs. Let the fun stuff happen off the clock, that's my thought on it.

Anywho, got the pay docket for the crew all ready to go. And Sal's gonna get hers whether she likes it or not.

Still trying to round up more contracts. I like easy stuff, but running sweaty grunty guys in armor from ship A to place B is getting a little monotonous.

Note: Talk to the crew, see if they can't get some folks interested.

Misty, out.

Misty

Date: 2006-06-02 07:47 EST
Pilot's Personal Log, June 2, 08:14 local

Ow.

Fardling ow.

No more fighting. These people are mean! No sense of playtime, whatsoever.

Though, that Rena lady did say she got me a couple of those shiny black feathers from that one angel guy. . .those are so pretty!

Now, where's that blocker. . .

::log ends::

Sigma_Noin

Date: 2006-06-02 08:19 EST
Andriod's Log: June 2th, 0709 hours local time.

My week off was less than exciting, this was due to the technical difficulties I had experianced with my own chasis during upgrades. A few times my arms have malfuctioned during the precedure, and just after the latest mission with the ship and the crew I went to continue my attempts.

My absences could be explained by this simply...

My right arm blew up. A power surge you see; I had unknowingly tore a coolant valve and the more I my arm, the more it heated. Energy build, then released in a chain reaction with the coolant.

My workshop's office is no more. It disintergrated along with my arm. Some synthetic skin melted in the blast, but nothing else serious to report.

Minor adjustments, but my other arm works perfectly and will not hinder my jobs upon the ship. I might work at half of the capacity I used too, but I am still able to function for a job.

Sally, out.

DeadCat

Date: 2006-06-03 00:24 EST
Start log. According to the chronometer it's, like, June 2nd. Time is... uh... oh, forget it.

Ok, so my official position on the ship hasn't quite been decided yet, but I'm going out on a limb as to thinking I'm Cap'n Misty's bedwarmer. Cabin boy, maybe.

Cool.

Outside of that? Well, she wanted me to check out her computers. Maybe she needs a tech. But.. I guess that's supposed to be Sigma's job, right?

They're seriously more advanced than the ol' PC's I had back in Pittsburgh. It's going to take me a lil' while to get used to 'em.

Went on a fetch-and-carry run with the crew, the other night! Space is so awesome. And she even paid me! Not that I know what to do with it, though. I'll probably stick it back in her bank account later.

Hollon, Misty's calling me. She's calmed down a lot since her itch passed, but she still likes to snuggle a lot.

That kitty's down with the chocolate milk.

::click::

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2006-06-03 04:25 EST
Personal Log: June 3rd 0421 hours local

Had to carry the Captain to her room and tuck her in. Art gave her come kind of a drink that had her happier than a fox in a hen house.

Also I need to find out what "Mmmmrrrrrrw" means.

Last run went well, I am getting used to this. Hopefully Charlotte will feel well enough to come with us next time.

I am also looking into assisting sally with whatever she needs for her shop.

Nothing else to report.

Misty

Date: 2006-06-04 12:25 EST
Pilot's Log. June 4. Some fardling time inna morning.

::groan::

Art's never making me another drink ever again for as long as he lives, assuming I don't kill him first.

Remember waking up a couple of times because I thought my tail was attacking me.

Ugh.

::ptoo::

I need a bath. A long, hot, relaxing bath. Yeah.

Misty, out.

Misty

Date: 2006-06-07 08:31 EST
Pilot's log, June 7, 07:22 local

Okay, there's this door, that takes you to this weird place with goblins and bongos and fireworks. There was a party there last night. Looked really strange.

The whole place felt kinda good, though. Haven't felt that much juice in a while. Might hafta go back one of these days, when I'm not getting shot at, sneered at, or some winged guy isn't trying to chaff me off.

On a brighter note, kinda. . . Bri got a little repair work done on Sig. I. . .uh. . .was absent for a little bit of it, but she looked better. Got her back up from twenty-four to sixty-six percent functionality.

Note: Hire a cybertech, if only for instructional purposes.

Further note: Make sure said tech has a background in aesthetics. Either that, or further hire a plastic surgeon. If she's wanting upgrades. . .grr.

I hate it when my crew blows up for no good reason.

Speaking of crew, I need to talk to Bri about that Leri girl. She seems competent enough to run the comm. And she's another mage, too! Finally, someone to talk shop with!

::giggle::

Gotta run. Sleep calls!

Misty, out.

Misty

Date: 2006-06-07 23:05 EST
Pilot's *hic* log, June 7, 22:00 Local.

::sniffle::

Okay, I get it. No rough stuff for a week, concussion, yeah. Stupid medprogram. Ow! No needles!

*hic*

Ugh. I still don't feel so good. I can't believe he kicked me outta tree. Uh oh. . .Hurp! ::rattle of a bucket on metal flooring, splatter::

Ew. Ugh. Fardling concussion.

Whaddya mean I can't sleep? Supervision?? Just fix me, you stupid chaffing computer!

Ow! I said no needles! How can. . .I. . .uh. . .heh. Hee hee. Ummm. Whuh wuz I sayin'? No. .sleep wifou' . . dupavizin. Kay. You gun' do da?

::giggle:: Kay. I . . . I go night now. Night!

::whump::

::log ends::

Misty

Date: 2006-06-09 17:23 EST
Medical center report. June 9. 16:00 hours local time.

Patient suffered contusions, a moderate concussion, a slight hematoma to the back of the head, several scrapes and bruises, a torn rotator cuff and ACL in the right shoulder, and a laceration on the scalp.

Patient was recalcitrant, and required sedation under supervision.

Patient is now engaged in immersion therapy. Time remaining: 42.5 hours.

Nanite efficiency: 88% and dropping at a rate of 1% per fifteen minutes. Interior surgical repair: 32% complete.

Recommendation: One week light activity, no strenuous physical labor.

Possible side effects: Decreased tolerance, dizziness, mild nausea. Soreness in shoulder and back of scalp.

Prescription: None. Patient voluntarilly assumed responsibility due to previous actions. Pain medication would only justify a development of negative and harmful behavior.

::snort:: Organics.

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2006-06-10 07:42 EST
Brian made his way into the med bay, and checked up on the Captain, and her medical report. A quick read cause hm to frown, a bit and then chuckle softly.

"Bit off more ya could chew, eh? Well get better quickly. We miss ya, Boss."

Turning around, Brian left the bay and headed towards the Cargo hold.


"Now let's see what this new poster of Tanya does for Sally. heh heh heh "

Misty

Date: 2006-06-12 08:24 EST
Pilot's Log, June 11, 22:43 hours local

::sniffle:: Aww, it was . . . words won't do it justice.

Weddings always make me bawl.

Ugh. I just wish I'd . . . hooo. Yeah. Jumping and hanging from the rafters after a concussion? Not my best idea.

I hate that stupid medprogram.

Note: buy new medprogram.

::some tapping, a snort of disbelief::

Whaddya mean forty-five thousand nobles???

::hefty sigh::

Misty. . .out.

Misty

Date: 2006-06-14 08:09 EST
Pilot's Log, June 13, 23:01 local

::tsking over her nails, that looked like they got blasted and regrown, but all the paint and detail. . .pfft::

I got to do one of those spellcasting duels tonight. And I won. But man, now I gotta get my nails redone.

Maybe I should get some gloves for this.

Note: Schedule salon appointment.

The Isle thingie is a weird place. They use goblins for waiters and stuff, and I don't think they're very good at filling orders. One brought me something that they thought was chocolate milk, and then stuck his finger in it, right in front of me! Yeuch!

Oh yeah, if they ever need to find the glass. . .it's. . .ummmm. Uh oh. . .It's behind the rock I was sittin' on, about six inches down. . .but which rock was I sittin' on?

Ah well. One of these days, they'll find it.

Misty, out.

Misty

Date: 2006-06-15 07:56 EST
Pilot's Log, June 15, 07:02 Local

I'm startin' to get a li'l worried. Business is tapering off.

I don't wanna hafta think of a new ad campaign. . .but I don't know if we got the cash to hire an ad agency.

I wonder if a bikini print ad would work?

Ugh. I spend all night rackin' my brains and this is the idea that turns up? I need sleep.

Misty, out.

Misty

Date: 2006-06-18 14:38 EST
Pilot's Log. Jine. . .uh. . .June 18. Sometime or another.

Sleep, eat, shower, and all the time, thinking of trying to drum up business.

Maybe. . .I should talk to the crew? More? They're probably worried. . .

::beeping:: What? . . . Aw CRAP!!!

We got five hours before a run! Ack!

::rustling and hustling, voice fading in the distance::

Misty, out!

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2006-06-19 03:43 EST
Crewman's Log: June 18th

Haven't seen the Capt. since the wedding.

Ships stores have been resupplied.

3 Hours to the run, and sensor array has been recailbrated, and Captain's Chocolate restocked.

No sign of Sigma or Lerida, pondering if it's just the Capt and me.

Prepping for the possibility of a sh*t load of work.

Raven, out.

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2006-06-19 05:50 EST
Crewman's Log 1.5 June 18th

Pre-launch preps are complete, as are the diagnostics for the new sensor array.

Weapons cache stocked and readied.

Crew should be enroute, and a new poster of Tanya was put up for Sigma.

Comm link established with Star's End One, and pre-launch flight plans submitted.

Awaiting the crew, as we have less than 3 hours before launch.

Misty

Date: 2006-06-19 09:19 EST
Pilot's Log, June 19, 08:16 Local.


That. . .was a lot for a little crate. Didn't need anyone but Brian. Run went smooth. I'm. . .worried.

I'll be splitting this with the crew shortly. For now, though. . .I'm tired. Gonna sleep. ::yawning::

Misty, out.

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2006-06-21 23:47 EST
Crewman's Log June 21st 2344 standard

All went well, quick and easy run. Not so much trouble for the Captain and I. She seems like she had a lot on her mind. I hope all is well, maybe some cake might help.

I restocked the stores once more and cleaned around the ship.



-Raven out.

Misty

Date: 2006-06-28 20:01 EST
Pilot's log entry, June 28. . .wait. . .it's only been a week here??? Sigh. Nearly 1900 hours.

Just now got back from a quick trip "home", for some studying! Ugh. Seemed like months! Maybe it was. . .Anyways, I got new incantations and cantrips and stuff like that to practice, just 'cause I thought with all the big mean ol' nasties around here. . .girl can't be too prepared, right?

So, um. . . Hmm. I suppose I'd best . . . recalculate how much time's left on my current tab to stay here, and get it renewed for a while. I think I still got a couple of those rubies left. . .

Note: This time, don't ask Des. I mean!

Though, I do hope she bought somethin' nice wif the leftover. ::giggling::

Misty, out.

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2006-07-09 07:26 EST
Crewman's Log July 9th 0724 hours standard


This will serve as my final entry as I have submitted my two weeks notice to the Captain, so that my wife and I may begin work on the new boarding house we will be opening next month.

I would like to thank the Captain and the Crew, Sigma, and Lerida, the crabby med program. I had a great time abord the Fur'za and wish you all the best in all each of you do.

Stores have been restocked with Chocolate and some nifty extras for the Captain and my Cabin has been cleaned out. Thank you all once again and take care.


-Raven out.

Misty

Date: 2006-09-18 09:47 EST
Pilot's Log Entry, September 18, 08:40 hours.

Okay, I've been a little remiss, but it's hard to put down yer thoughts when they're all about yer baby bein' laid up in dry-dock getting the superstructure rebuilt.

Months. Months they said. Which means, I'm grounded for all intents and purposes.

And to make matters worse. . .startin' to feel all itchy again. The bad itchy.

Just fardlin' great.

Misty, out.