CMDR Airman_Dan’s Log, 19th July 3307
I stopped by Jameson’s crash site today. Never been before. From the rubble—a monument to hate, or at least fear—his voice spoke of love. I don’t really know his story. Only how it ended. And what was I there to do? An engineer told me the man’s surprise tomb might have some data he could use to make the guns on the Festina Lente more lethal.
So I robbed his grave. Picked it clean. All while I listened to its occupant lament the circumstances that brought us together. What does it matter? He’s dead anyway. Not like he’ll mind.
Now I have a brick, and the brick is angry. Let’s see what else I have to throw around.