Freighter Vana Captain’s Log
Day 390

M. Koril

We have made it back to the Vana,
surprisingly without incident. Every movement in the shadows, since we
left Mol’Rihan makes me uneasy. Tovan seems to be settling down now that
we’re back on our ship, but I grow more and  more on edge. There’s a
feeling deep down that makes me want to run. Down the corridors of the
ship, madly. Out an airlock, even. It’s a trapped feeling that is
getting harder and harder to ignore.

Sylon has taken to
freighter life well. I would not be surprised if she has spent
significant time doing similar work already, but she remains
tight-lipped about her past. I do not care to press the matter. Pasts
are not something to be lightly dredged up.

It may become inevitable to explain some history though, if my past continues to hunt me.