Freighter Vana Captain’s Log
Day 257
M. Koril

    We have begun our freight hauling runs. Tovan and I compromised, hauling cargo between starbases near Romulan space, and docking at Deep Space Nine. It is a very long run in a slow ship, but so far, profitable. We have begun to hear whispers of things along the route. Some of the regular merchants and fellow travelers have begun to recognize me, sometimes by reputation alone. Word is spreading of our escape from the Tal Shiar. Legend, even. I have heard things about myself that do not resemble truth.

    It is a far different experience than being hunted. More than once, I have been requested for a specific task, only to turn it down. I am no longer in that business. However, I cannot deny the allure that it still holds. I watch the fast ships leaving for the edges of known space and I wonder what awaits them.

    Tovan grows more content to this life, but I know that he is still upset. He will not talk to me about anything but business anymore. I don’t know what to talk to him about, either. Something feels unfinished.