Scout's Log

My account of life in space. The year is 77 Space Age, which is, in more ancient terms, 2327 CE. I am space debris. And of all the ships in the galaxy, I had to hop aboard the pirate ship. Such is life.

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Location: onboard 'Oberon', deep space

I push ahead, always navigating, always scouting somewhere. I have this tendency to outlive my friends, and much of what I have known is now gone. It is my goal in life to know everything. I figure the best way to do so is to travel the universe, picking up information as I go. This is the path I've chosen.

Saturday, October 29, 77 S.A.

what?

Caban is so unprfessional, sampling the new cargo. Thnks he's so clever, always smiling at me and thinking he can get away with everthing. Someday he'll... well I don't know. He'll get old and so self satisfied but he'll never let this go. The sky will alwys call him back. And then he'll talk me into it too. I always get talked into things.

No harm though. I can take care of myself, except that ladder gave me some trouble tonight. Regret this in the morning. Could have made more coin if we hadn't dranken it ourselves. Stupid scout. At least we had a good night, I love when Caban thinks he's being funny. He is funny. He tries to make me laugh and its best when it works.

qWhat am I doing?

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