Captain's Log, stardate 100419, day five and still nothing is moving in this strange corner of the godforsaken planet except for the probing spotter craft they call Oh Arr Cess Nahs and Cherry Okies. These strange little craft buzz around at low levels obviously trying to gather evidence of the work that we are not doing.
I remarked to my No2 Gertlush MyBabber, that we must remain invisible to the native scouting flights. He has de-camped to Level Two to brew some of the local concoction thay call Arr Tee. The native dialect still confuses me, it's like nothing I've heard before, impenetrable to outsiders.
At least I have several hours of rest before I must return to carry out my important research checking the Ilids for Wholes. I shall continue that under cover of darkness.
More later, Noise signing off.
Last edited by Standard Noise; 19th Apr 2010 at 09:01.