My name's Nayla Nemo. This ship belongs to my friend, Franz. He decided he wants to be the captain, the little dork. Maxwell, my brother (the bigger dork), does most of the flying, so it makes sense that he's logged as the helmsman. I wasn't sure at first what to list myself as on the ship's crew manifest. Ship's translator? Screw that. I wanna be the commander.
I haven't seen Franz since we got back from our last shenanigan. I think his folks found out he's been sneaking out. I get the feeling it'll be awhile before we see him again. In the meantime, Maxie and I have been trying to make some money with the ship. We've been smuggling random stuff for the Plutonian black markets. We're going to use some of the money to upgrade the ship. I'm glad that Maxie is on board with this kind of stuff. I may be lucky I didn't lose him in the war, but we lost our parents not too long after.
I really hope the upgrade plan cheers up Franz, because he's never himself when he gets back, especially after he's gone awhile. His folks have been doing some kind of treatment on him. They say he has a disease but I think they're doing some kind of psych stuff to make him more compliant. He told me recently that he's sick of everything and he thinks about running away often. Maybe we should. The on-world black market makes us lots of money, I can only imagine the inter-world one.
Maxie and I are struggling to get by with our day jobs, and living in our parents' old home is painful, with all the memories. If Franz wants to leave too, then maybe it's worth considering. I guess fantasizing about a new life is something I do a lot, but it's hard not to, when you're a Plutonian citizen.