June 20th, 2552 A New Understanding.
Part-time mechanic/sometimes suspect Kat James Reporting
Tower and I never had our talk, I ended up hearing about it from the infirmary with Dr. Takahashi monitoring my vitals while Grthara, the Parataph healer soothed my mind and made sure that we were drifting away from the Apocalypse rather than drifting into it.
She wouldn’t tell me why the Old One was upset, other than the fact that I should not meet her until I am her— and that me being on a Parataph ship was a very bad idea.
It seems that Old me has a lot of enemies.
The brass worked out an agreement, whereby we only traveled using certain frequencies and only following certain resonances to minimize the chances of our people phasing into one another.
I got to watch that on the ships’ comms being stuck in the infirmary with a lizard preening my hair.
According to Grthara, fire and destruction are further away now.
I’m almost afraid to hope.