Captains log, Stardate 910221: It has been my 71st birthday today. The tribe i am living with made me an acting captain of the main hunting party, Perhaps i can use the old bones to make a xylophone for Sinon. She is so beautiful and kind, savage as well. Most Florans are misjudged and a racist group have appeared at the tree. Supplemental Log, Worried. The Tree has been burnt and a ship has appeared out of nowhere. They have tech i have never seen before *BOOM* *Branch falls down* Emergency Log: They took everything *spark flies out* they are coming for me. *Floran and Apex blood is splattered over the next few pages* They enslaved them, TORTURED THEM. I found Sinon...she has no arms and her foliage had been cut off. I shot her in the head and stood by her. Then my anger manifested and i overloaded the Minikong cruisers warp core. The planet was decimated.....Despair. Love.... Perhaps one day i shall find a companion i can protect. ........I shall become the ultimate warrior, for her. (This part of the journal was lost and can be with any character who could be a**d to pick it up or whoever found it)
