Cmdr Kyla Emmerich
Role
Smuggler / Freelancer
Registered ship name
Moonshot
Credit balance
-
Rank
Peddler
Registered ship ID
Cobra Mk III EM-04C
Overall assets
-
Squadron
Allegiance
Independent
Power
Independent

Logbook entry

Musings of Recent Events

30 Apr 2018Kyla Emmerich
Is this going to be my life now? Running away from my problems? That seems to be the trend.

Up until I was drugged by Ronium and his thugs, I laughed in the face of danger. I dared it to come to me, just so I could make it eat engine plasma as I disappeared into the black. I took delight in leaving authorities and pirates alike in my wake. It made me feel alive... Unstoppable even.

I mean, sure. Sometimes I've been a bit clumsy. I've been slapped on the wrist for carrying illegal stuff around. I've paid fines. Hell, I've even spent a week in a slammer before until the local cops decided they had bigger fish to fry and wasn't worth the legal costs getting me a conviction (it was a rather poor part of space) and sent me on my merry way while making me promise not to do it again.

I guess you could say life as a smuggler is always running away, and you'd be right. But this is different.

After I escaped that crashed slave ship, I went home then attempted to run away to Colonia. I wasn't going to spend long there, but I wanted to get away from society for a while. I ran away from my issues.

Then only recently, his thugs found me again and almost reduced Moonshot and myself to slag. I ran to Inara and I hid in Jemine's flat. I didn't leave for ages. I was a hermit. I'm sure she got sick of me before long...

And then I ran to the Pleiades once I was sure the thugs got bored of waiting for me to appear. Did they follow me? I don't know. I met an alien which was probably one of the most terrifying moments of my life, but it didn't shoot. It just flew off. I guess I didn't have what it was looking for.

I unloaded my experience to the first person I made eye contact with. He seemed agitated with my interrupting his quiet drink, but he listened. Then he said something - "you ain't the only one runnin' from something darlin'."

To most that probably doesn't mean a lot, but it stuck with me. I think it made me realize... That's all I have been doing for the past months - running away. Those guys are probably still out there looking for me, but what else can I do? I'm not a killer. I haven't shot anyone in my life (even though I carry a pistol around).

I don't like it.
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