Jenna's Log - 002

Beginning Log...

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.....ugh...h-hello?

Holy crap, this thing still works?

Uhm... Captain's Log #002...

So, update on the escape pod. There is no more escape pod. I mean, it's still there, but there's not a chance in hell that thing is ever turning back on. Plus, even if it did, that landing was FAR from legal. Peacekeepers will be here to confiscate the thing any second now, so I need to get the hell off the scene.

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Everywhere I look, I'm seeing the name "New Hollow". I'm guessing that's what this city's called. It's about what I expected. Abandoned industrial sectors of companies and factories that DEFINITELY would not fall under government regulation, so they get built on this dump of a planet. All hid under a guise of neon lights and trashy entertainment districts.

The best thing about places like this, though? The dirty jobs tend to pay pretty well. Gangs around planets like these usually get to operate unhindered by the law, so their pockets are FAT with Units... just gotta have a look around.

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Been having a walk through the marketplace and the main streets of New Hollow. Went to grab a bite to eat, and met this little mutt named Jack that works at a joint called Greasy's. Stupid kid's as run-down and scrappy as they come... but he's pretty cute. And the way he looks at me has it written all over his face that I could wrap him around my finger if I wanted to.

...I just might. Need all the help I can get, anyway. Being a breeder wolf has its perks, after all. Like a certain natural charm that canines just can't seem to resist~.

I'll see if I could sway him into getting me a free meal or two. Might just need the energy. I'm so fucking sick of the rations from that stupid pod. Some real food would do me good.

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-Laboured breathing...-

...M-Mission... huff... successful... f-free meal acquired... UURRRP! ...e-end log...

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