Disclaimer: Starship & all related characters are property of Starkid productions. Any original characters mentioned however are mine.

Author's note: On DeviantArt I was told it helped when I explained how each character wrote, so:

This is how Taz writes.
This is how Up writes.
This is how Loris writes.
This is how Junior writes.

Krayonder grumbled. If he'd known switching rooms with Taz would mean he had to help her move her shit, he would've kept his old room. But Taz had already taken the heavy boxes out and she was the Lieutenant. He swore as something fell out of the box. Putting down the box he saw it was a notebook, now lying open on the floor. He was going to pick it up when he recognised the Lieutenant's neat scrawl.

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Gone in a second
Couldn't possibly happen
Efficient killing

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Krayonder frowned. What the hell? Curious he crouched over the notebook.

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Idiot in a grey suit(?) What is that thing?
A scowl & a scold
Trustworthy

Glistening bodies
Dirty, & yet gleaming
Never noticed b TOO LONG!
Shining with wet beau STILL TOO LONG

All their fault. Too hot to think.

Idiota has good taste in movies.

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Krayonder picked up the book with a grin. It must be some kind of diary, though he couldn't figure out what most of it meant. Occasionally there was handwriting he didn't recognise, or the Commander's. He stood there and continued to read.

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Going away soon
Both leaving behind something
But I can't look back

¡El idiota supo todo el tiempo y él no me dijo! ¡Burro!
Quit your bitching. It didn't hurt you.
¡Qué demonios usted hijo de una perra! ¡Primero usted me dice que nada y ahora atraviesa mi material! ¡Le mataré en su anciano de sueño!

Flickering brightly
Kill the stars with their fake
Beauty in the night

Why are there so many in such a small space?

They can keep their distance
Say their words
Yo no tomo atención

Gunshots in the night
Hear them coming in my sleep
Wake up on the floor

Stupid, we don't even fire rounds anymore.

This is what you're focusing on? Less poetry. More studying.
Perra. Le terminaré!

It's easy to fight
But survive is what's hard
Outside of the field

Idiot but funny
Smart in his own way
May as well give him a try

Changed my mind. Malls are worse.

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Then there was a blank page, but followed but might have one point been writing except it was either completely scribbled over or had bits ripped out. Krayonder frowned at the only surviving poem in the middle of the chaos.

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Never give the chance
It will only cause nightmares
Always keep them out

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Krayonder shrugged it off and kept reading. The poetry and notes were less frequent, occasionally having pages of space in between.

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Dead for two years
Never forgive, Never forget
Got to pay them back

Heal & Destroy
Heal Destroy
Laughter

here the wordz i sing
warz a horid thing
so i sing sing sing
dingalingaling

¡USTED HIJO SIN VALOR DE UNA PUTA! STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY BOOK LORIS! & STOP QUOTING THAT PINCHE POR EL DIOS MUERTO LARGO SHOW!

Old but young
Young but old
Is it right?

Blue-Brown
Pale-Tan
Light-Dark
Dark-Light
Mismatched?

Brown in White
Entangled
Silver fear
Silver fear
Move on
Content

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"Enjoying jour self?"
"Yeah dude. Man, you won't believe ... what ... she's..." Realisation slowly dawned and Krayonder turned to find Taz next to him, hand twitching over her knife. He backed away slowly and placed the book carefully on the bed.
"I was just. That's not to say. I didn't. I wasn't." Krayonder grabbed the box and ran full speed out of the room. Taz made to run after him but changed her mind. She could catch him later. She picked up the book.
Why the hell did she even keep this old thing? She flicked through it, alternating between smiles and scowls until finally she came to what was written on the last page. She smiled and pocketed the book.

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~Love you babe~

I love you

I love you

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