Blessed be the Pancreator and everybody thriving under the light of his Holy Presence! I've finally earned the right to leave this boring planet and do something for my honourable House.
But it's not all good news, I'll have to deal with a bunch of plebs, first of all, my grandfather, may I found him in good health when I come back, insisted in me taking an escort, as if I were some kind of child who can't fight for himself, so here I have this f***ing Muster who calls himself Ajax and isn't able to notice an irony even if it bites his ass...
Then there came the bishop with his blah, blah, blah, telling everybody I was too young to be left alone in the tempting lands beyond Grail so I had to carry a confessor... well, at least this Amaltean babe has a good body if she just stopped talking about how happy everybody would be if there were no weapons... hope she never meets a Symbiot or a Kurgan... Ah, her name is Idoia, must remember or there'll be no chances of having some knick knack.
And I was still moaning cos' of my bad luck when T. Bonsair, the Charioteer I had hired, came to our meeting bringing an stinkin' Gannok named Adak Kuklo with him and telling me he wouldn't pilot a ship with no Engineer on board. Well don't mind having a pet and it seems much brighter than Ajax, if he can fix that ship he must be.
At least I'm finally leaving boring, boring Grail.
Journal Entry: 06/03/5003
To whoever finds this damn thinking machine: I, Ahmaed ben Keddah want to warn you of the darkness that awaits between the stars, I've seen it and I'm scared shit... but let's go to the beginning...
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