Distractions

The Feed Clicks on. Audio Only. There's Static, a bump, and Milo begins his Log.

Last Night was... Interesting, to say the least. I've made a mental note not to take my date to the Skyhook in future. Vince, Kelsy and Kimochi, between them, managed to make a rather large mess of things. Whilst I'm concerned for all three of them, I'm pissed that they had to be so loud about it.

Still, I enjoyed the date up to that point. Turns out she speaks Gallentean quite well, which caught me by surprise. Way better than my Matari.

He Chuckles

We had a bit of a chat about things, My past came up again, The soup was good. Well worth the wait I think.

There's a Beep sounding very much like an error notification from a datapad in the background. Milo is heard swearing in Gallentean.

I'd just settled down after finishing my Soup, feeling very relaxed, when Drama breaks out on the other side of the room. Vince had managed to get himself into some kind of Love Triangle. I don't really want to know the details. I headed back to my apartment early, after bidding Celia goodnight.

There's a flurry of keys in the background, and another Error notification sound.

She's Far too distracting that one. It's really difficult for me to keep a clear head when she's aroun- Aha!

There's another Error message, a flurry of keys and the Feed Closes.

Under the Influence

There's a Thud, and the Visual Feed clicks on. Milo comes into view, the camera drone tracking him as he crosses the room. He grasps for a bottle of water on a worktop, and finishes it all in one go.

"Oh, my head."

He closes his eyes, groans once more, and begins the log.

I honestly don't think I've had that much to drink since I graduated from FNA. I don't think I've enjoyed myself as much either. All I can really recall of last night is Me n' Celia trying to get through The Skyhook's entire stock of Gallentean Brandy.

He groans again

I think we might've succeeded. I found a badly written note I'd left for myself on my worktop. It read something along the Lines of "Food. Celia. Friday." I can only assume I asked her out to Dinner. I can't think what else it could've been.

I have vague recollections of Newt's snoring echoing throughout the Skyhook as Celia helped me out. I tend to lose control of my legs when I drink a lot. I should really try and work out why.

He rubs his head and looks over to a screen on the left.

Looks like my Ares has arrived. It's weird. only a week ago I swore by CreoDron, and flew no other. Two kills later, I'm heading into Roden built ships. Guess it's probably a good idea anyway, I generally prefer playing Gunner over Drone Controller.

He blinks again.

S'pose I'd better get this thing sorted out.

He heads over to a side door, and the sound of running water is heard. The feed winks out

Malfunction

My shoulder hurts.
I know full well it's just bruising from the sparring match I had with Celia the other day. It's not that it's particularly Painful, I just seem to be noticing it more.
Maybe it's my Implants. It's not like I don't have the time to check and refine them again.

The feed blinks off as Milo heads for a workbench covered in Hardware. Before the Audio goes as well, He's heard muttering something to himself about faulty circuits. The feed then cuts entirely.

Crossfire

Even now aspects of my past return to haunt me.
Well, I say haunt.
I ran into an old associate in The Skyhook the other night, A pilot who'd flown under my command in Asteri Ethnos. A Kestrel Pilot, who had since moved on into a Hawk. I was under the impression that everyone who worked for me was either dead or against me. It seems this is not the case. She was understandably upset when I told her the truth about the implants we issued.

Without really thinking about it, I ordered her a drink and we ended up talking about her employment prospects with the Cartel. It looks promising. Commander Yishal mentioned some stuff about interviews. I'm seeing new faces all over the place, Heyna being the first of many.

Later that evening we headed out into The Bleak Lands, Almost landing a drake in Oyeman, but getting jumped by a larger fleet intent on catching it. From the scraps of intel and scanner data I managed to get it seems we were merely caught in a Crossfire. The ships intent on catching the Drake fighting amongst themselves. The Surviving Fleet, which was thankfully most of us, slunk out of Oyeman and docked up for the night.

Rather than making for my usual haunt in the Skyhook, I elected to take a walk around the station. On my way round I passed Celia's Quarters. I felt a small element of concern, as I haven't seen her for a few days. I pushed the thought from my mind and continued my little tour for another 30 minutes or so, before heading back to my Apartment and making another attempt to fix my implants.

They've been playing up since Seyllin...