
Outnumbered?

Outnumbered?
That awkward moment when you get trapped in the khellid zone

Across a blackened sky

A moment of peace between fighting
I love the spaghetti western ghost town look of Virinat
Quill, stop that glowing nonsense! We’ve got fighting to do!

What a good idea, Starbuck
Dance party with Yondu!

On a lonely quest

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.