Personal Log #2

Blackburne Downport is becoming home. I'm finding there are people, like me, just trying to stay outta the way of the Alliance. Troubled and shady pasts are the norm around here and most people have the decency not to ask too many questions. Even those who support the Alliance know not to pry, at least not openly. This place is so far off the beaten path one may wonder if there was ever a path. We're all lost in the wilderness, some by choice. I've joined up with the Blackburne Militia to help keep the Raiders and Reavers under control. I've taken it upon myself to keep the Med Pavillion stocked with whatever first aid supplies I can scrounge together. Once I get a ship maybe I can make a difference. It seems we're always in need of supplies around here, things are stretched thin. The people of Blackburne seemed resigned to it and to even prefer these conditions over those on the core planets under the thumbs of the Alliance overlords.