March 20th, 2552 The Official Word
Tow Truck Driver/Lab Rat/mechanic’s apprentice/ – Katherine ‘ConV’ James Reporting
The official word is that there is nothing wrong at Dancer’s Retreat, we’re just not allowing anyone to go there— and a lot of telescopes and satellites have been retracted and or recalled. Engineering chiefs from every ship in the fleet have been called to the Valhalla and we’re supposed to carry on as if nothing’s happened.
They sent for Fipps, but rather than have me take him, a pilot came for him and dropped off two of the Einherjar I’ve never met, to keep an eye on things
And by eye on things, I mean me. At first, I thought I was being self-conscious, but they were everywhere I went. If I was in the hangar bay, they were outside the door. I took a lunch break, they took a lunch break. I prepped the Gumbo for a supply run, they shut me down.
I had almost convinced myself that it was my imagination until that happened.
I don’t think I’ve done anything untoward, my brother isn’t here so I haven’t done anything against orders— and I”m not AWOL from anything…
But no, everything is normal… Really