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June 11, 2356

My regenerator is now my best friend. A year in this school and I don't think I've had a conversation that didn't end in a fist fight. I saved some money up and bought my own regenerator that I could keep with me all the time.

My cousin Mara often takes me with her when she goes anywhere away from this planet, and all these Klingons. Any star base run by the federation has a good enough mix of people that usually I don't get quite so many looks and with my cousin and her friends with me, most potential problems are nipped in the bud. Most people don't want to mess with half a dozen Klingons.

Mara has gotten me a few rides in an internal combustion powered plane one of her friends flies. I have decided that's what I want to do, fly. Her friend, Morth, has agreed to teach me some of the basics in hopes of helping me get into a good flight school.