After my initial excitement about this whole process abated, I thought that I would have to make a choice of stealing this ship or going ahead with it. I really really did not count on Naraia. Gah that woman. She is so familiar. It is like Karissa is here. Its like Evelyn is here. I don’t know, maybe it is a sign. Anyway, she doesn’t act like any UF felt I have ever met. She doesn’t treat anyone any particular way until they shoot first. I am pretty sure most people would have tried to kill Des, but she gave him a nickname and purpose. Most p… yeah you get it. I don’t hate her. I don’t think she has a personal agenda. She wants her husband back. She wants her friends safe. She wants freedom after that. Justice, peace, virtue, all that stuff. She is like a veritable paladin. And then there is Cara.
Poor Cara. I can see it in her eyes. She is tortured, horribly in pain. She doesn’t say a word. I think Naraia feels it, even without Silph. Maybe they have talked, who knows. But even as I sit here, away from my ship, away from Cara and freedom, in a “safe house” managed by eco-terrorists and activists, having just taken 2 more lives. UF ones this time. Even now, I am not worried. I feel the weight of what I have done, and what we must do, but I do not worry like I used to. I even showed them my contacts with the FFPR and pirate band, and nothing. The crew of the Blue Sky actually liked her. Sky herself LIKED Naraia. Go figure. Everyone likes her.
What I am worried about though, are these new UF dunders that have been welcomed aboard. They are too naive. Too stupid to see they are being used. I cannot abide stupid, and I am so protective of the ship. And Raia. And Cara. And even Des. AARRGGH. Why must we take such risks! I am fairly certain I am the only one of the crew that knows the horrors that exist there, out way out there in the black. Well, Ryler does too by now. If he is still alive. The way Raia talks about him, I am not sure but I think I would very much like him. In a small part of my heart I have a different wish, but that is for a very different time. Different, sadder, more likely circumstances. I would feel terrible if they were ever voiced. But then again, will any of us make it out of here?
Then again… Maybe. We don’t have a plan. But there is enough passion in this crew, if we were too pool together… Yeah. I think we would be a bunch of idiots, hopeful aimless idiots. But formidable. Terrifying to go against. Heh. Just like the legends. If we could pick up a wraith and… some kind of wild card… Yeah. That would be a team I could invest in. Assuming that Raia is in charge still, and not this Capt Karrick. Freakin vid star. Him and his country doctor.
Outside the streets are empty. Its pretty well lit thanks to the recent rain and the… are the roads cobblestone? Who does that anymore? I guess they aren’t used heavily anyway. But anyway, the streetlights dull glow is giving me some serious nostalgia. It is almost time for Raia to take watch, but I might take another after this one. Let her take morning watch. I might… pray. If I remember how. That familiar thrill of being behind the scope, that brings me back. I can’t handle the flood of emotion. Shine on the spot, teaching as he calls out orders. The kick of the rifle over and over and over and over until it was part of his body motion, until it was reflex, until the ammo boxes piled up around him. Until… It was second nature. The calculation had been so simple. The car going straight.. the headlights… the kick.. the thrill…
Some Sons of Andar have arrived, I am going to check it out.