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Personal logs.

Primary.

June 2nd, 3025

“Only a call away! Please remember that, Bug.” I said, as I stared longingly into her eyes through the holovid.

The images were always blue, but once I met her, I realized that holovids were actually the color of Her Eyes.

I love Ladybug with all my heart.

But we are so far apart right now. Kind of like a, “closest we’ve ever been to each other psychically, but furthest we’ve been apart… like, physically?” Ya’know?

I would walk to the ends of the lat system for this girl.

She is SO fucking smart and quick. Like a bunny. Cuz she’s a bunny.

She’s pretty, tall, slight features. Black and white spots she gets shy about, and big feet. The latter is neither a judgement or an added bonus. It is free for you to interpret. Have fun!

Back to the The Lady at hand.

We had been working together for a couple years and we weren’t supposed to be in love.

But here we are, staring at each other in a way that has no non-romantic explanation.

I know everything about her, but also will never stop learning about her.

How her brain works.

Where she comes from, in terms of like, her journey through life? If that makes sense?

Our intuition about each other is rarely off-point, so we don’t really get into SNAFUs that often.

But.

Dangit.

If we aren’t in a bit of a SNAFU right now I sure dunno what ya’d call it.

You see, here’s how it started:

We met when she was assigned to be my trainer.

Like… like…. Aw, man.

Immediate “No”, right???

I know.

But. Hear me out. This bitch loves Kaiju more than I do. And get this, her fave is some golden guy… I can’t remember his dang name.

Mine is just Mothra.

Listen, I’m just a guy, ya’know? Just a person, out here, trying their fuckin best.

…

And she…

Has been…

A rock, at the bottom of the ocean that is my heart.

Holding the whole ocean still at times, the surface of the water, mirror smoothe, except for the heavy raindrops falling, and the ripples from the sound of the lightening.

With the waves gone? It’s just a storm, ya’know.

My heart is vast. And it can be stormy.

Kinda like a lake I heard about from Old Earth. (No one knows where that dang place is, but… well… you’ll see).

…

She’s currently giving me a situation report. Mostly, on the weather. She says clear sailing through this leg of the journey, but…

my left knee says solar flare soon.

But who tf knows, I may have just been in the Cockpit for too long. Sounds like a bar, I know.

But it’s genuinely what they call the command center of any space vessel. Something from the time of AiroPlanes. You know them guys?

Anyway, cockpit. Funny name. The one on my ship is just Itty Bitty.

I cannot emphasize this enough.

It fits:

Fits Just Me.

And, aside from an amazing AI, and a couple scorpbears, it’s me. Out in space. On a ship. Not alone, but pretty dang isolated.

No the worst.

I’ve got Thunderhead, the AI I mentioned.

What an ally. What a pal. What a friend. Wouldn’t want to trade It for the world. I do not mean that sarcastically.

They saved Earth, and protect it to this day.

We’re not really on a mission to find it, but we both where this is going.

And it is of utmost importance.

You’ll meet the scorpbears, don’t worry.

…

“Weather looks fine!”

“.y……ya sure about that?”

“Mhm.”

“Well, alright. If you say so, boss.”

“If you run into trouble?”

“I’ll give ya a riiiiiinnnnnnnguhhhh” I say, annoyingly, to acknowledge that she’s repeating the sentiment but acting annoyed bc we are Most Definitely Not In Love.

“Only a call away!” she says in her sing-songs, wind-chime-y, voice.

She’s got her poker face on.

“See ya later, sucker!!!” I say as she clicks the button to hang up. I see annoyance in the eye roll, but amusement I. The corners of her eyes.