Today was the second day in which I and Samantha Vosh attempted to engage enemies in Ezzara. Of course, they flee if they suspect they'll lose the fight and come back later with bigger guns and friends. Typical.
My recruiting pool is becoming strained. I am very picky about the crews I acquire, and so manning anything larger than destroyers tends to be a hassle. Avlynka wants to shift fleet tactics, which is wonderful and will lead to more crew survivability. It's just hard finding the right kind of people for the job. I am encountering the same problems I've always had in the empire-controlled sectors of space: lack of fanatic zeal. In this regard, I miss Delve and Stain. Got to adapt to the job, I suppose.
In other news, the toying with the implants hasn't really yielded anything new. Not that I was really trying to get any specific results as much as I was seeing what sort of use I could get out of the things. So far the only use I've found is scaring the hell out of myself whenever I see they're still communicating with their relays. In fact, I should probably clear and trash this datapad upon finishing this entry for fear of being tracked; I shouldn't have connected it to the blasted things after all.
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