Freighter Vana Captain’s Log
Day 299
M. Koril

Another day. Another starbase. Another Dabo wheel. More strangers, more cargo crates, more of the same space grime and sticky bars and the smell of filth and corroded metal. It’s all starting to blend together, and Tovan and I have really started to get into a rhythm. We never keep the same crew for very long, and that’s fine with me. Who wants to make connections in a life where everyone leaves?

I, too, have become convinced that the Tal Shiar no longer hunt us. Even our status as notorious “legends” has faded, and we are starting to blend into the background. It’s not unpleasant to have the spotlight off us for a while, and simply go about our business. However, I grow increasingly restless in the Vana’s command chair. I can’t quite determine what it is I’m missing.