So...it's been a week since I joined the Storm Hawks. One week since they came upon me in the Wastelands with the Condor. I have yet to decide whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. It's too soon to tell, after all. If it's one thing I've learned after...well...my past...it's to be careful of who you trust.
Aerrow is pretty reckless, trying his best to be a Sky Knight and leader. He keeps the others in line, and at least when he gives me an order, he's nice about it. I can't say I've ever had that before.
Finn gives me a headache, if you want me to be honest here. The blonde cannot stay out of trouble for a second, always getting into things and making noise. The one good thing about having been alone was the peace and quiet, but I guess I can't have that anymore. Although watching him get slapped when he tries to work his "charm" on a beach blonde is amusing.
Piper, the only girl on the ship, I'd lean more towards for comfort, if, like I said, she can be trusted. She sees the crazy in Aerrow's plans, chides the others when they act up. Can I say that she's the only sane one on the ship? Because she is (I'd say I am, too, but I'd be telling a straight-up lie).
Junko is the one I'm the most worried about. I've heard about wallops, read about them, and they're not exactly described as kind-hearted and gentle as he seems to be. Their reputation and what he could do with his arms alone leaves me wary to so much as approach him the wrong way. Yet he seems to try his damndest to show he is, for the most part, harmless. Yet I just can't quite be convinced.
Radarr doesn't speak, at least in a way we can really understand, so I guess that's a blessing in disguise. He and Aerrow are almost one person, attached at the hip as they are. Although the way the little bastard keeps looking at the sandcakes Piper gives me makes me almost certain that I shouldn't turn my back for a second.
All in all, I can't say that I'm sure why I decided to join this ragtag bunch of kids in their suicidal adventures. Maybe I'm crazy. Living in the Wastelands will do that to you. Maybe I could be tired of waiting for my doom to come and find me, and am looking for it instead. Or maybe, just maybe...
I need them.
They certainly need me, or at least that's what I think. Aerrow will get the others killed at the rate he's going. And they'll certainly kill Finn before they even become an official squadron. SOMEONE has to keep these kids in line. Still, why does it have to be me? What kind of fate caused us to run into each other and put me in the role of a nervous parent to watch over these kids? I don't care what Aerrow says. They are still kids. Why do I care so much about what happens to them? There have been plenty of chances where I could have just taken the keys to the Condor and got out of here. But something keeps me here, with them, on this mission to save Atmos.
It might be too soon to tell, but I don't think I'll regret any of this.