I’m going to kill Darik. I swear. He is going to pay me 10,000 Firebirds. But I suppose I should start at the beginning. We made it Cerci Station today – and unfortunately, we will be leaving the station in a matter of minutes. But, again, I’m getting ahead of myself. We arrived here to see what information we could get on the whereabouts of Drake. The Baron decided to head to the Registry to see if Drake was currently under contract with anyone. The rest of us (except for Bruno) decided that it didn’t take all of us to go and check that out, decided to catch up with Moe.

Moe’s hasn’t changed much at all, and neither has Moe. He is one of the biggest Cyborgs you will ever have the pleasure of meeting. And it truly is a pleasure. Moe serves the best Groot and knows just about everyone and anything that is worth knowing. In fact, it was Moe that informed Brother Gunderson and myself that Drake can be found in the Aylon system fighting on the side of the serfs of all things. I still don’t understand how a group of serfs could put enough money together to pay Drake’s contract fee, but they did it. Unfortunately, Moe couldn’t tell me any more about daSilva than what the man had told me himself.

Anyway, Darik (I’m still going to kill him) and Olivia wanted to see something of Cerci before we had to leave port again, so I agreed to show them around a bit. I decided to take them to Caesar’s for the boxing matches. I figured, if I was going to be taken out of the comfort of Moe’s I might as well enjoy a little entertainment as well, so I signed Darik up for the boxing match against Donk (the undefeated champion of three months running – and still undefeated, but, again, I’m jumping ahead of myself)…

Darik was a bit dismayed (or at least he appeared to be when we left him in the capable hands of the Caesar’s staff), but I’m assuming that they alleviated any fears he might have had once they greased him palms and told him he was going to throw the fight!

Anyway, Olivia and I saw the odds and decided to bet on Darik. If we won, we would have been paid 10,000 Firebirds each. Notice the words would have. Darik, the bastard, decided to throw the fight, and I can only assume that they paid him to do so. There is no way he would have lost that fight except by intentionally throwing the fight!

As the fight started, Donk came out and threw a punch that Darik was able to block fairly easily. Darik countered with a blow that seemed to stagger Donk. There was a little bit of give and take on both ends, but within less than a minute, Darik had delivered blow after blow and had Donk on the mat. He had won the fight – or so it seemed for a second. But Donk decided he wasn’t ready to give up up yet. He stands back up and proceeded to pummel an previously uninjured Darik into unconsciousness. It was the worst bit of acting I think I have ever seen! Darik lost the fight after having the guy against the ropes. Donk came back and took him out. He came back from what appeared to be a knock-out, and took Darik, who was more or less uninjured, and knocked him out. How does that happen? I will tell you how – it doesn’t! Not unless they are both in it together and the outcome is already written. It doesn’t happen. Right now, Darik is lucky I’m even letting him on Lachesis, and I probably wouldn’t be doing even that, except that he is in the employ of the Baron and is supposed to be keeping Olivia out of trouble. I have been tempted to make him pay for his passage on Lachesis, though… I still might.

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