Danny's Journal #1: Just Another Job

"This journal was scavenged from a wreckage and judging by the smell of Whiskey heavily emanating from the large book(And the obvious name of “Danny’s Journal” with the D backwards). It belongs to one of Jazz’s former companions. It has stains (Most likely from Whiskey) on a few of the pages, and other pages seem to be missing altogether, and this “Danny” seems to take frequent hiatuses…  It seems like this’ll be a rather lengthy and, unfortunately, fragmented list of text to show, with which we’ll possibly be forced to show in an anachronistic order, though it’s better than nothing. But we’re fortunate enough to have Danny be of Elven Blood, granting him a long life and leaving a few key points intact. This particular entry was torn out and found in a couch cushion." - Note found with Journal Entry and signed by a mysterious Historian, only known as "Dr. O".

Danny’s Journal, if found please return to the address 7220 S ~~---D-__Ch__~~~~-~- I-----

Entry: 34

Age: 22

Hello old friend… I haven’t written in you for a long while. I had to take up the mantle of being an Agent for hire not too long ago. Risking my life for a tiny bit of credits… Not much of an existence but better than nothing…

Yesterday, I was given a Job from a very shady individual (Not gonna reveal his name or race. I might deal in illegal jobs from time to time, but we Agents still uphold some sense of honor… Or at least I like to think some of us do.), told me to deliver a package to an Alien Vessel in the sky.  So I take the job and I was given a pass and had to go through decontamination and such. I had to go on a Repurposed Escape Pod, retrofitted and juryrigged to allow shortranged travel. When I get there, I had to go through even more decontamination. Elves are immune to many diseases, didn’t know why I would have to go through that again, but I guess I can respect the precautions. As soon as I get there, I was greeted by a fat and blobby alien in a floating chair along with his family (a Wife and two sons. Who were all just as fat, if not slightly fatter.) Told me it was a “Goradan”, (Not a Fantasian I ever heard of before, so he was probably a Alien) and he shook hands with me. :shudders: It’s hands were sweaty as hell and felt like silly putty. Matter of fact, he was sweatin’ all over and he was quite nervous. He told me to come with him to the back room. He was thanking me for bringing the package. The Package felt rather strange when I was holding it and I think I heard some faint… Singing…, it all became clear as soon as I got there though... But I’ll get to that in a moment. As soon as I get there, I see this machine which seems to be where they store fuel cells or the likes. It had a strange substance oozing from it, like “Glitter”. He told me to open the box and insert the canister into the machine… I op--~ed up the b~x and to my~horror… It was a Fae…  A -_cking Fae……It’s wings were clipped off and it was very weak...

 In that split second, I rem_~ber seeing many Faes when my father took me to go visit the Forest of the Great Trees. I remember the smell of Pine, the crunching of leaves beneath my feet, and the sounds of creaking, chirping, and croaking, from all the little peaceful animals… And most of all, I remember hearing the faint sound of singing. The Faes loved to sing together and when we elves were around them, their enchanted singing became much more beautiful.  As my father and I got closer, the singing sounded like a choir of angels, sent from the Great Trees themselves. They flown around me and their dust from their wings decorated my skin and I felt a whirlwind of positive thoughts that day…

… Now though, I’m staring right back at the Fae and it’s big gentle blue eyes were staring right back at me, almost as if she was looking straight into my soul. The Goradan told me to put the Canister in the machine, he said to please hurry or that the Vessal holding wellover 2,000 men, women, and children will run out of ba__up reserve energy, and they will fall to the ground and be de~troyed. Some Aliens, like Goradans, can’t survive in Earth’s atmosphere for too long. He said that Fae dust along with it’s strong magical properties, is a great energy source that could last for quite a while but ships need a steady supply of Fae Dust and Magic. They need the source itself. I kept staring at the Fae who was banging on the Cani~~er glass, trying to get out and yelling, but I could barely make out what the Fae was saying. I hesitated but I couldn’t think or at least tried not to think about what I was gonna do… And I told the little one “I’m so sorry” and I -ut the Canister in the machine. The Machine sprung to life and tiny tazers kept sh~cking the ca-ister housi~g the lit-le one, m_king her prod~ce Fae dust with each bolt… I couldn’t watch anymore and just walked away. The Goradan, tha_ked me for saving them and he tried to shake hands wi_h me again. I told h~m to not touch me. I wanted to be alone. I went back to my Handler and he paye_ me my s~m. I… Did ‘that’ for only a few creds… A day’s worth of creds………. Hold on Journal,  Danny needs a little drink.

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I diid nottheng elyse but gu to the nearest Liqoor Stre and boughlt as mucnh bouzh as i could and wetnt home, and drowned my regret5 and godawful memories of this event  with Whisky my new friend~----___~~_~--~~~~~-_~~~~~~~ So hure i am alone wating for another misurble job form my handler