:AAO: Ali's personal journal
Ali O. 187.929mpc, 1989ce. I haven't written in ages, haven't had the voice for it. We just crossed through the tunnel and I can see the lens blur. The "object" is shifting off one eye, omega serpens drifting up slowly. We have hours to chill before the next hop. I have never been here // I have // before. Dear diary, What transpired in this last hop needs to be unpacked. Just a few hours ago, we were underway. The ship was in its lane, the wind was steady, Alo walked into the cabin to gather the ribbon. I watched her expression sour for a moment as she cut the tape. She smirked and walked out, the old window making her hair appear to wobble as she stepped into starlight. A pile of curvy thick curls pinned up on that head, Wilma Flintstone the grease monkey. //Lol// So what happened was after this, she showed me the job, it was barely a clue. We just punched in the numbers and kept guessing as we rode the turbulence into the hop...
