A/N: Seeing as how this is a "log" told by Mutt, this will be the only AN, unless I have something important to say.

This is just going to be a series of cute stories revolving around my Holt kid OC's. I'll write chapters as I'm inspired and/or bored. Some of them might end up more serious. I'm going to try my best to keep this story compliant with Gravtron1's story, Legacy, as this takes place in the year before hers.

Sections written like this, Can be read as footnotes scribbled into the margins of the page.

All stories start at the beginning, right? Well, I guess I can't start there because I don't remember that far back…

Hm, how about my name first? My name is Mutt Lewis Holt. (Okay, that isn't my real first name, but it doesn't matter right now.)

My Dad and Mom's name is Matt Holt and Olia Dustpaw Holt. I was born on Earth, my dad's home planet. When I was five, Dad took a position on the skyskip IGF-ATLAS as a scientist, and the whole family came along!

I have never seen Mom's home planet of Cana. She doesn't like to talk about it, but it was destroyed when she was a pup.

I have two sisters. My older sister is Vista, and Luminaria (we call her Lumi) is my little sister.

Since anyone reading this might not know what I look like (which might be kind of weird. This is a journal, not a library book, so scat!) I guess that is the next thing I should say.

I look most like Mom. I've been compared to an "anthropomorphic dog," which I'm perfectly okay with! I'm covered with fur, and my tail kind of works like an extra paw. My fur is chocolate brown and kind of fluffy. My eyes are light brown like Dad's. Mom's ears are erect, buy mine kind of flop over halfway.

Caneen don't just look like Earth dogs, we also have some of their characteristics. I can smell and hear much better than any human, though my eyesight isn't as good. I can move on just my feet or on all fours, and I can run faster and jump higher than most humans. We also whine or growl, depending on our emotions.

Although, I have some "dog habits" that are still unusual for Caneen. I can't control my tail when I'm happy, I tend to pant, and I'm easily distracted. Oh, and I carry stuff in my mouth. A lot. Mom says that she has seen most of those habits in other Caneen, but no more than one in a Caneen and that I'm the first one to carry things like that.

Vista tells me I'm special like that.

I'm almost sixteen years old, but in human terms, Mom thinks I'm younger. Which is weird, but not really? Vista is eighteen and Dad says that she totally acts her age. Lumi's fifteen (she was born just a couple pheobs before my first birthday) and she's way smart enough to be her age. The thing is, Caneen age much slower than humans and can live to be 700 deca-pheobs old! Mom says that I could be developing at a rate closer to a Caneen than a human, like my sisters. Dad's done some tests and says that my bones still have some development and growing to do. Despite this, I'm the tallest member of my family, at a couple inches taller than Dad.

Anyway, back to my home. The ATLAS is like a mobile base for an Earth organization called the Garrison. The massive ship is run mostly by humans, but there are a few aliens mixed in.

Olkari are the most common on the ship. The ATLAS is an awesome combination of the most modern technology and magic, and the Olkari are always trying to figure it out. There's a few Balmarans who like to travel who help in the holds with cargo. The engine rooms are mostly run by the tough Skronians.

Skronians are very similar to ants. If ants were seven feet tall and built like a Balmaran. They have two sets of arms and thick feet with no sorts of toes and one single claw. Their thick hides can take any intensity of fire, and tough enough so that the occasional explosion in the engines won't injure them! And, coolest of all, they can control fire!

The ATLAS is mainly full of adults, but there are some kids. Some are learning to work on the engines, some help with the cleaning and basic maintenance, and others like Lumi help with the scientific research. And, of course, my friends and I are runners. (More on my friends and runners soon!)

For as long as I can remember, the ATLAS has been on the move. We go from planet to planet, sometimes for research, but other times we pick up a lot of injured aliens and we bring them to Olkarion.

Mom says there is a war going on. I'm not sure against who or what, but the ATLAS plays a key role our allies being able to get supplies and getting the injured to safety.

That's what Mom says when I ask, anyway.

The ATLAS is so big, that I still get lost after eleven years! Dad keeps giving me a GPS, but I lose that all the time.

I, uh, I kind of lose stuff a lot.

But! The good thing about not knowing every nook and cranny of the skyship, is that anything can happen any day when I explore a new section with my friends or Lumi!

And that is what this log is for.