Sector R

Reinhardt had been in Sector R for a month already. So far, things have been very peaceful in his trip back to HQ. Very early in that month, he ran into an organized group of forces that nearly took him. Lucky or not, that encounter took most of his ammo away, wounded him only lightly, he's hardly anymore ammo for the next fight. A stray shot hit straight into his belt, and much of his own bullets were ignited and burst into series of small fireworks that burned his back only lightly. Reinhardt didn't suffer from a gunshot this time, but the exploding rounds in his ammo belt caused some first degree burns. Very lucky, anyone would say.

After that initial resistance, Reinhardt managed to escape deeper into the Sector safely. And so far, he has been doing pretty well. He used some of his remaining ammo to trade for food, medicine, water, depleting his already drained out supply of fresh rounds. Otherwise, things are going pretty fine, as it seems.

Reinhardt is meanwhile stuck at 550:94R:D3:N5 and further advancement to HQ seems a little unlikely. It appears that he has gotten down with a full time apprenticeship to for a job in near future. The local populace seems friendly; resistance is unlikely at the time being.

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I had suddenly turned a little ill from the recent climatic changes in this area. Breathing difficulty, restlessness, inability to concentrate, slight/recurrent hyperthermia are taking their toll on my health. I think I know where I got all this from... I've got a few major assignments in my hands and waiting for completion and submission every weekend to my superior, or boss. This month is especially busy, when I thought the last was worse. With this recurring illness, it is definitely going to adversely affect my work performance. I didn't do well last month, and my boss was less than thrilled. Sigh...

My colleagues, however, are very nice people, always offering to get me a warm drink or two to perk me up in the harsh weathers. Ever since I left Sector E, I think I've changed much. I felt lighter, free-er, a lot happier, and have changed to much friendlier person than I was. Back then, except for a couple of close buddies, I was an extremely unpopular person, always staying away from the lights and hiding in the shadows. After Pearl Gardens, I realized I had been completely drained out as a person and in desperate need of a break. In my anger, I destroyed a portion of E/P1, took out the old commo lines, computers, useless databases, venting the rage in hope to numb the pain of the losses suffered in the course of that mission.

It has been sometime since I've gotten here and have pretty much settled down in 94R:D3:N5 I love the people here, and at least for the time being, I'll call this my home.