The quarters’ shades automatically adjusted to let in a crack of light emitting from the brilliant Umokka star.

Yawn, “oh it is much better today!” I thought to myself. I got off my stinky bed, stepped away to take a shower, and turned on the radio.  What was being played repeatedly over and over again astonished me.

Vacate your stuff.
As it is, we are playing the sacrificial lamb the whole time, we’re not doing that anymore.
Pull your stuff out from 49- and Delve. Thats the standing orders.
Place it safely somewhere. and we’ll work from there.
Expect no ops posted for a week.
- Sir Molle

Looking out of my window, the docking ramp was a mess.  A Providence freighter blew up as I turned away.  Interesting times, interesting times indeed.

After suffering from a debilitating virus for a couple of weeks, I had been trying to shake it off. Clone jumping was denied in fear that it was something neurological instead of physical. It seems now I am fine.

I dried myself and got out of the shower. It was time to go planet side to catch up with some business, business men, and friends. A shuttle ferried me to a large starport and I grabbed a cup of brew, or “coffee” as the locals liked to call it.

A few hours of reading the Galnet, replying  EVE-Mails, and completing some contracts, I browsed the port some more. Many kinds of merchandise was being bartered, sold, or stolen.  Nothing really interested me, but the atmosphere was abuzz with chatter.

Beyond some looking around, I booked the next flight back up to space. It was time again to take command of my armada of ships. There will be some more interesting times ahead.