Avrom read through the diary entry, scanning through the words, brows furrowing behind his mask.. a girl on the run from the government? Although, the phrasing they used to refer to themselves brings forth more of the concept of a mechanical being, rather than a flesh one. Interesting... although troubling. Perhaps he should find this 'girl' and bring her somewhere safer, or at least help her get the government officials off her trail. Well, what's a visit to Earth going to harm him and the crew, eh?
Captain's Log #478
We travelled back to our usual ship trader earlier on this cycle- remaining nameless in the chance that someone not-trustworthy comes across these logs- and secured a deal for the spacecraft we just raided and killed the captain of. Another group of slavers, same crest, obviously working under the same guild, the same guild that I was originally taken by. It's surprising that they've gone on this long without galactic law stepping in.
Merihk and Jedhin argued about this guild for over an hour as soon as it was decided that we'd settle in for the rest of the day and have some well-deserved rest time; it seems they still harbour more than the usual level of hatred for this particular guild. Who'd have thought that they would carry their grudge against my previous captors for this couple decades after we met. I know that I would certainly like to get my hands around the bastard who leads them's neck. I can't let my own yearning for revenge drive my crew into a deathtrap, however.
I wonder how things have turned out so... odd. This crew started out as a group of rough and tumble pirates that did all of the stereotypical things a pirate would do; pillaged, drank alcohol, spent way too much time in bars, killed indiscriminately and without abandon, and laughed the whole time, exactly what you might expect, but the moment I was set in charge, the entire dynamic of this crew flipped on its head. Now, we're going around, killing slavers and other dastardly pirates, selling their ships, and doing everything a government-ordained privateer crew would except taken to the next level. Can we even rightfully call ourselves pirates anymore? How do these 'pirates' even allow themselves to be led by me, when my leadership has caused their previous lives to be thrown onto an entirely new course? I don't know. I'm not sure I'll ever know. Do I want to know? I don't know. It's rather hard to scream out your confusion and frustration when you can't make a single sound.
For now, I'll have to be content with the concept that this crew agrees with my mentality and leadership, and that that's the reason why things have gone so well despite being so odd.
Daren and Gavin seem more comfortable today. It's good that those two are settling in to this lifestyle easily enough, despite only joining the crew a week and a half ago. God knows I know what it's like, to have your life turned around so suddenly. After all, none of us started in this life, but we all ended up here.