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.

Wednesday, March 29, 77 S.A.

explode

I'm not sure how it happened, but somewhere along the way, our complex in-and-out scheme became rapidly transformed into a relatively simple in and a panicky, messy out.
We were actually at the safe, halfway to getting it open, when Em rushed in.
I'm not sure where she got the gas-mask, or the bottle rockets, but there they were, shooting sparks in every direction. Caban didn't laugh until we were back aboard Oberon and two jumps away. We got the safe's contents given to our hire, and we got paid, and I suppose I should be glad that's what matters. We're off again, and free.

She hasn't figured out the new nav system traps yet. I hope she used up all her bottle rockets on the heist.

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