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, April 5, 77 S.A.

awake?

I just woke up.

The last thing I remember is hearing the thumping approach of a pulse blast, and then getting knocked back onto the hard ground. Everything else is a blur of static, and even now its taken me some time to piece together where those memories took place, or how I might have gotten from there to the Medbay aboard Oberon.

Em was here, but scampered away when she saw my eyes flutter open. Eventually she came back and pressed this log program into my hand, though I haven’t been able to use it until now, it’s been too hard to think.

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