Personal Log

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Daena sits before the camera, fresh out of the sonic shower and once again in loose linen pants and a snug tank… though her knives are visible peeking from a calf holster when she shifts. She still looks tired, slight dark circles under her eyes - though she seems in decent spirits as she speaks.

Lraida’s going well. Adria and Dunbar were doing something that involved trying to come up with a cure for the plague, needing sedated people, and then body bags … I am not going to ask, but if it comes up and is going to hurt business, I’m going to have to do something.

If we’re going to be able to do this as a company, we need to be known - to customs and the general public at least - as professionals. I don’t want us to be known as criminals - the people who need to know we’ll handle their shipments will know who to come to.

Kennan was looking for work and couldn’t get in touch with Seth so I hired him on as a courier. Not sure if I expect him to work out in the longer term - he seems a bit … shooty. Subtlety is key for this to work. I have my concerns with Dunbar as well, but I think all of them will come around. I need some new blood though. Telios is the only one who wasn’t a dead star, and people are going to get the wrong idea. I’m not trying to replace them  - I just want to move forward.

She sighs and stretches, pouring herself a glass of something from a bottle just off camera.

Talked to Tennant some more. Apparently Dunbar knew him, or someone who looked a lot like him under a different name. Tennant doesn’t seem stupid enough to keep the same face and hang in the same circles if it was an old persona… he might be a clone. It’d make sense with his comments about only needing two to four hours of sleep. I mean, I can survive on two, but that’s only if I overclock my cybernetics to help boost my reflexes while I zone out. Dunbar did refer to him as a “test tube guy”, so I’ll run with that assumption for now.

Saw him messing with his wristband - the sort of stuff I’d be doing if I had a bug on me and I wanted to screw with the person listening. I’m going to have to be extra careful of what I say around him - the SIS might be listening.

A pause as she drinks.

Hoping that the dreams don’t come again tonight. I’m going on a week without much sleep, the cybernetics can only compensate for so much.

Her arm snakes forward, and the recording ends.

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