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.

Thursday, December 8, 77 S.A.

floating fast

We were coasting past Merita when we got the comlink call. It didn't take more than a few minutes to meet up with the ship and its angry pilot, and then we were too kind-hearted not to take her in and set out on a more hurried route.

Ice is back.

This requires much more explanation, but I don't have time to devote to logging right now. I wouldn't have even thought of it had I not found this in among my things as they floated around my quarters.

Roller managed to crash into the grav system on the way in.

posted by Scout | 4:29 PM

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