Captain's Log - SS *Good Times II
16 June – Actium
Departed Actium with the taste of corporate blood still in our mouths and 200k credits heavier. The universe waits for no one, and neither do mail contracts.
17 June – Tunguska
Delivered 15 tons of mail (75,000 credits). No refuel.
18 June – Arcturus
Offloaded 25 tons of mail (125,000 credits). Refueled (210,000 credits). Received an offer to ferry diplomats for a month—high passage rates for middle passage conditions, netting 90,000 with fuel covered. Lucid refused to play steward for that long. Politely declined.
*Days 3-10:* Lemarc. Delivered final 5 tons of mail (25,000 credits). Spent a week refining fuel and taking on supplies.
During our layover, a corporate representative approached Lucid at a port-side bar. Applied Robotics had a lab on Bolivar that had gone silent. They offered 125,000 credits each, plus hazard pay, to investigate and report back. We accepted.
*Day 11:* Bolivar. The lab's landing pad was dark and still. As Beñat, Castor, and Lucid's bot moved to investigate, I tuned the ship's receiver to local civilian bands. This planet has been locked in a civil war for years—the transmissions are equal parts propaganda, desperate trade offers, and raw, unvarnished music. I recorded a few of the better songs for the ship's library. There's something haunting about the way people make art while standing on a knife's edge.
The team found the facility in disarray—no power, no personnel, just signs of struggle and laser scoring. In the basement, they discovered the staff's corpses being systematically implanted with cybernetics by the very robots they built. Beñat identified the lead unit as a Basilisk-class combat bot—something that has no business in a research lab.
During their retreat, Castor took fire. Astrid laid down suppression with four Poblano-class bombs—three would've been enough, but I've learned not to question her enthusiasm for explosives. We managed to extract the disabled Basilisk unit. Lucid secured it with a bike lock until we can source a new control core, possibly from her damaged Danger Bot.
*Day 12:* Refuelled and departed Bolivar. No mail runs this time—the Basilisk took up the last of our cargo room.
We're now en route to Coblensis, heavier by one salvaged war machine and lighter by several illusions about the ethical boundaries of corporate research.
— Captain Peter Avignon
SS *Good Times II
"Now with more war crimes per cubic meter!"
**[Addendum: The Basilisk is currently locked in Cargo Bay 2. It keeps humming. Lucid says it's "just cooling fans," but I'm keeping the particle barbette charged just in case.]**