code %23** Rerouting Blackfish Logprivate.

HEADER: Pulse traffic getting tangled, message being rerouted and tagged with proper marker. Damn tourists don't know how to use the public workstations even after going through the welcoming seminar. (sigh) At least it keeps my job interesting. REROUTE#23.BY.wnetadmin.q

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I never thought it would take this long to get Gwin up and walking again, but considering how close she was to the core when it ruptured...well, I should probably be happy we're here at all. And that we managed to crash into the one place in the constellation that could salvage Gwin’s fused neural augs…well, let’s just say my take on dues has been tweaked a bit since we got to Passenger.

Passenger's one weird place. Take, after their webbing snagged us and we just needed to be processed, the damn station wouldn’t accept our univID’s! We had to log new ones just to get Gwin cleared into the medlab. I guess universal doesn’t mean what it used to. And that’s not the least of it, I just haven't had time to update my logs nearly enough in the years I've...we've been here. Time goes kind of…differently here.

Though with Gwin up again, I'm all the more reminded of everyone we lost from the Vanyr, however long ago it was. **pause in entry** But that doesn't matter anymore. With all of us back on our feet and out of the medlab in the morning, we can start trying to track down the fleet and get back to where we belong.
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