Well, Hello.

You’re probably wondering what I’m doing wandering the wastelands with a strange-looking horsey thing and a cat.

Well, about three weeks ago, just outside a filthy, dangerous-looking spaceport near a backwater village, I stumbled across an ugly, bloated excuse for a man beating the crap out of a Tapir-Dary (that’s the horsey-looking thing) with a metal bar. Why? Because it didn’t want to be a beast of burden. Especially his beast of burden.

They’re from the nearby planet of Hotspur, intelligent, peaceful, gentle creatures who, apparently, can read your mind.

Now, me being me, and not one to stand by while someone abuses an animal, I told him to stop. In no uncertain terms.

He wasn’t impressed. Told me to, well... you can guess.
Then he added that once he was done with me, he’d sell me at the spaceport for a tidy profit...Yeah, right.

So, ... I accidentally shot him. Three times... Oops.

I grabbed what I could and got the hell out of there, with two new companions in tow.
That’s how I ended up with the Tapir-Dary. I named him Séamus (Irish for James). The moggy? I call him Boby.

We’re the best of friends now. I’m their protector from here on out.
And Séamus, in return, agreed to carry our gear.

Oh, my name’s Gracie. Thanks for listening.