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LOG 001: Kogane, K. A.
Standard entry, hello world and all that. My name is Keith, and I guess this is my blog. I'm sure the others will have things to say, but for the most part this is my little project. I hope someone on Earth is reading this.
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"And I swear if one more person tells me to take a break, I'm going to scream!" Keith pinched the bridge of his nose, frown deepening. "I'm fine."
Log 002: Kogane K. A.
Drifting in orbit around a seemingly dead planet. Everything seems pretty calm, but I'm not letting my guard down. There were Galra blips all over this place a while back, I wonder what they were using this planet for...
Log 003: Kogane K. A.
Made it back to the castle in one piece. The planet was nothing special. I've got to keep an eye out for The Blades, though. Who knows when they'll need to contact me. Thankfully Red still lets me pilot her.
Log 004: Kogane K. A.
Nothing major to report today. Everything seems to be in order. Nothing from either side of this all out war. Is it a holiday? Did I miss something? Is it Zarkon's birthday or something?
Log 005: Kogane K. A.
Not planning on leaving the castle today unless I'm needed. Feeling really off this morning. Not sure what's going on. Hope I haven't caught some sort of weird alien bug.
Log 007: Shirogane T.K.
Not much to report, but the team has been working through some team building exercises! I'm excited to see their skills develop. We've been out here for quite some time now, I've lost track. If anyone is reading this log, we are the paladins of Voltron. We will defend the universe.
Log 008: Shirogane T.K.
Day who knows what of circling this solar system looking for a Balmera.
Shiro typed away, updating the log out of habit at this point. He craved the structure, the routine. It'd keep him sharp.
Coran thinks there's one here. Wouldn't we have seen it by now?
A heavy sigh, a hand through his hair, and another downed gulp of something so close to coffee he had stopped trying to find differences.