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[jiix]

Every journey begins with one small kick.

There’s a word for ‘surprise pilgrimage’, you know. Exile. I don’t care. I’ve lived on the Hylaa my entire life, explored every inch of that ship. It’s suffocated me since I was old enough to understand the vastness of the stars beyond those tiny port windows. But now, I have my own ship and her windows are bigger. She’s not much to look at, but she’s fast- even if it’s at the expense of armoring. They say it’s bad luck to fly an unnamed vessel, but I’ll need to learn her language first. I’ll need time to listen to the unique hum of her engines beneath my feet, her subtle vertigo. She deserves a name that suits her. I’m well stocked, despite my hasty departure. Two packs full of nutrient paste, a footlocker brimming with emergency medical supplies, and my favorite: my father’s shotgun. An M-22 Eviscerator. I don’t know much about guns [yet, as I’m about to go strip it down and figure out what makes it tick] but my father was a marine, so I can at least assume that it’s highly modified. I can hope so, anyway. There’s a good chance I’ll need it on Omega.

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Why do these things always happen to me?

After much struggle, I have finally configured my omnitool to cooperate with this outdated blogging platform. The coding is positively archaic, but it suits my needs. Needs being secrecy.

I got tossed in the brig, again. Zeli didn't like the modifications I made to the filtration system on the lower decks- said they were unstable. I said her calculations were bullshit. Hence the temporary jail sentence. I don't give a shit if she's the chief engineer on that level.

I'm smarter.

And they've always said I have a bad attitude. I prefer to think of it as an evolutionary quirk. An anomaly. A benefit rather than a defect.

Sometimes I think that close-quarters breeding has made us overly subservient and cooperative- easy prey, willing victims. It's all I've been able to think about lately. My time aboard the Hylaa is running out and I've heard too many stories about pilgrims being exploited, enslaved... killed.

It won't be me. There are things I need to do, far reaches of the galaxy that I have yet to see. There's something out there for me- something great. And I won't rest until I find it.