Ship ID - Skeleton Tiger
Class - Borderworld Transport
Registered Owner - Ailey Madison
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The thought of your own demise is always grim. Death does not have a sense of humour. His cruel mirth only brings about our darkest thoughts.
My crew my friends, are all his lifeless puppets. They were taken from me Im so sorry, mother.
Enrico is gone, he tried to protect me. They all try to protect me the boys were so young, they didnt deserve this. I failed them all of them. Im so sorry.
I kill the man who killed them. I can still taste his blood in my mouth, hear him drowning in his own blood through the hole in his throat. It is my sole happy thought.
I know what he was after, it was a disc. A disc slipped into a shipment, Connor was the one who found it, he had such a lovely smile
I should have studied it, should have paid more attention. It was so obvious, if only I took the time to decode it properly if only. Its plans, from Father, for a new starship drive its advanced, I cant completely understand it... exabytes of data and calculations. I know this is what he was after, the Reaper Deaths hand the one who took my crew away. But he cant have it, noone can anymore. I am lost out here. Ive never liked being alone, I miss them so much.
Ship ID - Skeleton Tiger
Class - Borderworld Transport
Registered Owner - Ailey Madison
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Its so quiet.
The creaking protest of the hull sounds like lamenting voices, and the darkest gives weight to their cries.
I am truly alone.
Ive moved Enrico, Connor and Murphy to their bunks. I cleaned their bodies, dressed their wounds. It is all I can do to honour them. They were my friends, my companions, my crew
My Father always said that the ancient civilisations of Sol would lay their dead to rest in tombs surrounded by their worldy possessions. To help guide them in their travels to the afterlife. Enrico only had his tools and his knives he loved those things, they scared the hell out of me I hope he doesnt mind that I borrowed one.
The Twins collect used to collect little trinkets from everywhere we stopped over to pick up our next shipment. This one time on Manhattan, they kept harassing this one poor store owner, I dont even know if he realised theyd stolen the half the shop until after they had walked out the door. Enrico berated them about being filthy street urchins, but I know he likes them.
Ship ID - Skeleton Tiger
Class - Borderworld Transport
Registered Owner - Ailey Madison
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Ive always been a methodical person.
Once, when I was a child my mother shattered a glass statue, a gift from father. I spent hours gathering all the pieces, laying them before me on the rug and, if I let my mind brush over the shards, I could see how they were all one, how the pieces all could fit together once more. It took almost a week to glue it all back together, I lost count of how many times I cut my fingers on the sharp edges.
It was never the same after, scarred and damaged, its pieces never properly gelling to make it perfectly whole. Its beauty permanently flawed
Yet it would refract light in the most spectacular ways. Bending and cascading across the facets in a shower of graceful luminosity.
In its own way, it was beautiful
I made something else today
If the glass statue was my tribute to beauty, I have created her counter balance.
A yin to its yang.
There might even be some who find what I did in the cargo hold to be picturesque.
Though I am sure most sane people in Sirius would be disgusted. Thankfully, I am no longer among their ranks. I dont need to justify it to myself, nor do I care to. I know I have created a horror to last the ages, and thankfully, when this ship freezes, it will be preserved
The blood staining my fingers is no longer my own, but it still calms my fracturing mind.