Pink legwarmers. I needed legwarmers while riding on that motorcycle but why did he have to get me pink ones? I'll have to teach him a thing or two about colour and style. Mind you, it was sweet of him. He got them with something called a 'five finger discount' whatever that is and they are helping keep me warm. Note to self, avoid hot pants and bikini tops when riding open air vehicles.

We didn't have to find Brundle, rather he found us having made amazing time on the road. Then again being chased by an unruly mob of hooligans would make all but the bravest warrior turn tail and flee. The hooligans did respond well to a good chastisement and went on their merry way leaving us only the problem of finding Captain Lee. To be honest I still have a bone to pick with the man for spurning my affections in such a cruel way but he is the Captain and he is clueless and it is doubtful he meant me any hurt. Likely he was just frightened of me, or the organisation I represented. Still, with Captain Lee lost in action Commander Lera would lose control of the ship in very short order leaving Commander Tempres in command and if I could pull a string that might get him a command on another ship that would leave Milton. No, bad thoughts. Bad thoughts. Bad. Besides, that would leave me in command. What can I do to reduce my rank to below his, or better, raise his rank above mine? I must ponder this.

We have a new crewmember with us, an avian Skorr. My brother jokingly called them large Thanksgiving portions but I know he'd never do such a terrible thing as eat one no matter how much stuffing one could make. This Skorr, T'kee, is our new Communications Officer and the poor thing appears to have been less than thoroughly briefed about her new post. How typical of this ship. When we get back on board I'll invite her to dinner and explain all the things she needs to know about this crate and what she needs to stay sane.

We took Commander t'Resan's orders literally and left her behind with Tarra and Lott. Those two should keep her out of trouble and if necessary I'm certain Tarra has enough wit about her to leave no evidence behind should the unspeakable become necessary.

Well momma handled herself admirably with the cubs and handled herself as well as I'd hoped in face of my scathing letter. I'll leave in my brother's hands how he presents himself to her but I won't put up with any crap from either of them. If they want to fight and bait one another they can do it outside my presence.

K'Torr's managed to prove himself quite dangerous with a PADD having broken into my mother's and appended a message of his own. Oh the little monster is going to get it when I get home. And oh I'm so proud of him. Dammit motherhood is hard. I'll have to think of something suitably constructive as punishment for them. What has me bewildered is this strange little add-on at the end from a "V'Lynxyl." Before daddy did those horrible things to me I used to be type V. The addressing looks right and it looks like it came from the clan home and as far as I know there are no other Lynxyl's in the family so I'm wondering if this isn't another one of those annoying Prideland Security Office tricks my brother warned me about. I'll forward this fragment directly to him and await his opinion. I think I'll show it to Milton too. He's so smart he'll know what to do.