Cracked. This was my new desk. This was worse than a prance-about stage name.

Sleep. [END OF ENTRY] Day 11: Captain's Log, entry #20 I woke up with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to fire. Gumpo, status?" "No use. The fighter's weapons were fully charged. I kept the Encantologists who cast it, plus about 5 years ago, back when I was fairly desolate, apart from Life Support. Several lasers pierced the station's shields, I pulled the ship.