An opportunity to write.

Our current job is on Santos, yet another center of discreet smuggling and michevious activity. The cargo is box after box of tea leaves, hundreds in total. Being at a loss as to the use of such, didn't stop the Cap'n from snapping at easy cashy money. I'm transcribing this entry on my datapad, as I await the crews return with the cargo. Pickup's not far, just a few city blocks away. I can still feel their presence, even in the roar of Santo's second biggest settlement. As crowded as it can get in the echo of the Black, I've grown acustomed to the constant presence of their minds. 

Something of a comfort I suppose.

over and out - Pilot Albatross.

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Tag, you're it.

crazy, laughing, no stopping this time. Around and around, statistics predict a thirty percent chance of landing where I am. Allie's laughing, laughing at my silly faces, chase her round and round the ship, careful not to catch her till she's done. Zoe's always greatful for a break from the littlest lioness. Cap'n comes to check on his Angel and Albatross, see's cargo shifted a mite.

One step on the stairs, grip finally wears off, tumble, tumble, so slow, maybe if I hurry... Too late, he steps, and all goes upside wrong. So scared, Allies frightened, so much pain, something snapped, Cap'n cussing, everyones running, running, can't seem to move, ribbons of people unspool past the thing called river.

I'm hiding again. Understand, won't comprehend. Everything was going so shiny...

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Simple Complete Fracture of the Tibia.

Cap'n broke his leg, snapped like a twig don't know why it happened, haven't done anything again. Simon finds me, curled up tight, vents that don't really vent are still vents, just forgotten in their purpose.

Wasn't my fault he says, just ill luck is all. Cap'ns going to be fine, sent everybody away, just wants to see me afore he sleeps again. 

I can't go, won't go, he'll be mad again, make my head hurt like before, won't go th