Dear Diary,
 

It’s not fair. I mean, we all came to this place the same way – at least I think we did. Sure, we came at different times, but that shouldn’t have mattered. The point is, Dylan has two and I have none.

Has anybody seen my forcelance?

I had another dream last night. In this one, I was strolling down the streets of Seefra, on my way to meet with a local trader. As he approached, I had the gut feeling something was wrong. Suddenly, he stopped – the face was no longer his, but Dylan Hunt’s. As Dylan stared back at me, he mumbled something. I couldn’t hear him, so I asked him to repeat himself.

“What?”

Again, he mumbled.

“I can’t hear you!”

“I said, DRAW!!!!”

Without warning, Dylan pulled out his two forcelances and aimed them in my direction. Thankfully, his movements came in slow motion. As my right hand went for my weapon, I fired back, knocking him to the ground.

As I gazed across the dusty street, something just didn’t feel right…literally – it was the weapon I had pulled from my holster. I looked down, and upon further inspection I noticed it was not my old familiar Gauss gun - but a forcelance, the likes of which I had never seen before. It was large, it was versatile, and it was lethal. But that wasn’t all – and here’s the best part – it had been fitted with retractable boneblades.

Yes, my forcelance had boneblades.

Needless to say, I woke up in a rotten mood when I discovered it was only a dream. Dylan is still here – unharmed – and I still can’t find my forcelance. If I could, I would ask Harper if there was a way to fit mine with some blades. But since I can’t find it, I’m stuck with this Gauss gun.

I have a feeling Dylan knows where it is and is not telling me. I’ve also noticed he has been experiencing the early stages of Carpel Tunnel Syndrome. Sure, he denies it (what Paradine would admit to having Carpal Tunnel from using a forcelance), but he is showing some definite signs. Just this morning, I saw him rubbing his wrists and wincing in pain. When I asked him about it, he only laughed at the notion.

“You Nietzscheans are so ready to find weakness in others,” was his reply. Then he walked out of the bar, quietly giggling to himself.

Laugh it up, funny boy…I may not have a forcelance, but my Gauss gun is definitely more ergonomic. See ya in the medical bay.