The Galactic Nomads

Pilot

Log date: 4.3.8

It has been a quiet voyage, for the most part. Everyone is still a little shell shocked after we discovered the news that we were on the United Nation's most wanted list. Since then we have been keeping our distance from their border. However, I'm having personal concerns that the further we go the less effective a job we'll be doing. After all, the very reason we defected was to help UN planet native residents, who are being eradicated off their planets, get away safely. But the farther away we go, the less likely we would be able to respond fast enough when needed.

Ray had just finished entering the log when he received an incoming telepathic message from Gwen (one of the Galactic Nomads and the group's pilot).

"Ray, why was your log so long? I could tell it had more than 330 characters!"

"Oh sorry," Ray responded, "I guess I just had a lot of things to say. You can read it if you want."

"No, it's fine! Honestly, I don't even see the point in keeping a ship's log. We all have perfect memory and all it does is take up data space," Gwen retorted.

"Umm, well, I don't know. I think it's pretty neat to keep a log. That way if any of us were to die the information will still be there," Ray explained.

"That's one of the most stupid excuses I've ever heard! The odds of our ship being destroyed are way higher than every single one of us dying. And besides, why would we want intact records?!" Gwen snapped.

"Okay, okay! Maybe you're right, I'm sorry..." Ray blurted.

"No no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lash out at you. It's just that, since I don't have a humanoid body, I'm forced to possess the ship. And because of that, I'm connected to the ship's data storage, and too much data makes my brain hurt," Gwen explained.

"Oh yeah... I'm so sorry. I'll delete the logs," Ray said, embarrassed.

"Aww no, it's fine," she said.

"No, no. I'll do it," Ray insisted.

After the telepathic conversation, Ray proceeded out of his quarters and onto the main bridge. All of the rest of the Galactic Nomads were there.

His sister Jean, with her classic humanoid form and black hair growing on only the left side of her head, wore her standard attire, a melded t-shirt with handgun storage capacity, and a weapons belt.

Then there was Drake, Jean's friend, also with a classic humanoid form, but with a short mohawk. He was wearing antique jeans from the 21st century and a tank top with some body plating underneath.

Then there sat Gwen, or more specifically Gwen's brain, wirelessly connected to the ship's systems.

And lastly, there was Jerrel. Jerrel was the leader and founder of the galactic nomads. Jerrel was neither a male or a female. Rather, Jerrel's gender was called "zane," meaning ze responded to the pronouns "ze" (instead of "he" or "she"), "zers" (instead of "his" or "hers"), "zim" (instead of "him" or "her").

Jerrel also had a classic humanoid form, except ze had six fingers and had knees that bent backward rather than forwards. Ze wore zers standard red uniform with matching black pants. Zers hair was long, slick, and blue.

"Hey Ray! There you are!" Jean shouted.

"Yeah. Where the hell have you been??" Drake added.

"Oh, umm, I was just uhh... making a new ship log..." Ray stammered awkwardly.

"Oh, yes, about those. They will no longer be necessary," Jerrel stated.

"Woah, wait. How did Jerrel know about that? I guess Gwen told zim too..." Ray thought. But, out loud he mumbled, "Oh, okay, yeah, I was just deleting them...."

Ray noticed Jean and Drake exchanging looks, then Drake started laughing.

I hope Jean isn't telling him anything embarrassing about me. Ray thought, feeling insecure.

"Holy crap, it feels like we've been in empty space for millennia!" Drake blurted.

"Right?! When the fuck are we gonna reach any planetoid?!" Jean added.

"Hey! First of all, we're not here to stray to different solar systems. We're only trying to keep a low profile, but still be in a wide orbit! And second, even if we were going to another planet, I would expect you to be more patient!" Jerrel snapped crossly.

"Alright chief!" Drake muttered sarcastically.

And so the voyage continued, long and relatively uneventful. Ray almost found himself missing the times when they had been under fire, or on a daring rescue mission. At least on those trips he was too busy to feel awkward, and the rest of the nomads were to busy to get on his case.

But little did Ray know, upcoming events would soon leave him pining after quiet voyages like this one.