How many lives have I used? I know I've only got 9.
And like a cat, I've once again cheated death. Well, less death and more a horrible waste of time on a space station full of rejects. Some of the people on Milliways have been awesome, Mouse for one, but others have been little more than a frustration.
After Mouse did some detective work to get me out of being accused of murdering that moron Jefferies (good riddance that he's gone), I found an interesting message awaiting me when I returned to my quarters. I seem to still have a guardian angel, as the wife of Admiral asshole Paris petitioned her difficult husband to pull a transfer for me. I don't know where I'm going yet, but it has to be better than this hell hole.
I'm trying not to pack up my stuff yet, afraid I'll jinx this good luck before it comes through. Delilah's going to be pissed at me again though, she always hates it when we move.