March 18th, 2552 Nobody knows nothing
Tow Truck Driver/Lab Rat/mechanic’s apprentice/ – Katherine ‘ConV’ James Reporting
Another day and no signs of ships from Dancer’s Retreat, and we were forced to watch as a squadron of fighters from the Edda headed out to find out what was going on. Six hours for them, two days for us to see— unless they go, find out what’s going on and then head back.
Those were their orders, but you know how these things go – they’re going to go over there, and then they’re going to need to refuel at which point whatever has been keeping the Valkyrie and the Memory from sending anyone will be affecting the squadron – be it a disease, logistical issues or orders.
Yes, orders could be messing them up, but hopefully someone will be returning— even one ship— to tell us what’s going on.
They still haven’t returned and it’s 23:20 on March 18th. I don’t think we’re going to hear anything back today. I’m really hoping we hear something.
Fipps spent a lot of time at the telescope, but again all he can really see is small changes. The fleet was still there two days ago. I keep trying to tell myself that no news is good news, or we would have figured something out by now.
But it doesn’t really help.