Keith's camera (page 1)

                     Behind the action, stuff you might not seen. It's stuff like that.
                     Hi, my name is Master Sargent Keith Akira Kogane. I've be sent from Earth to Arus for
                     a mission that could be my last. I've brought a camera to act like a diary of sort. By the
                     time I've have gotten around to uploading the pics, the camera has moved the images
                     about (I'll ask Pidge about that later) and "Someone" has been playing with it. I'll get her
                     later. I've found a place to put these and put my comments about them.

     Ah, Here we go. We just accepted our mission, got our stuff bagged, tagged and the rest shipped to who knows
     where and are meeting up before shipping out. If it wasn't for the fact that I was warned about Lance McClain, I
     would have my boots up his ass. I guess getting a few Z's where you're not worried about your ass getting handled
     by your Jailmate can be looked over. So I pulled his bag out from under his head.

      Seem my Gunner and Pilot are getting "along". The trip was just starting and already Sven is wanting to kill Lance
      and I want to kill both off them. Can you tell that this is going to be a "Fun" mission? Oh yes... and I want the Prize
      from this Cracker Jack Box.

My Gunner Sven seems to be a workaholic like I am. Dude... get some sleep. You got bags under your eyes big
enough to sleep in. Oh who am I kidding. So do I half the time.

Since this day, no one has told me where the HELL this beer came from. All I know is, that it was from Earth, taste like crap
(though I did drink 2 cans of it) and Pidge got drunk from a can and a half of it. This was also the only time Sven and Lance
did get along. Seems being plastered between the 2 of them, they got the idea to stack cans on Pidge. Allura stopped by and
tried the beer. After 1 sip, she made a face and handed it to me (which will always be the way I would ever drink another can
of beer, especially one that taste like CRAP.). I think Lance might have bribed a friend or one of the loaders of our ship. Oh
well, I perfer red wine and sake. I can drink beer but I'm picky about them. Really really picky.

Do I really want to say what came though my mind when I took this picture? Well if Coran knew when he came storming
to this spot with a robe, I'd be a dead man. Dead, burned at the stake, ripped apart, grounded up into powder and pissed
on, and then he would have cursed me for even thinking it. Yeah. But I have this picture...

and a cold shower waiting for me.

Call me a fool. A dancing fool. but only for the bathroom mirror. The woman has found my camera and has got me with
it. She got me dancing to "Helena" from an old band called MCR. So I listen to the oldies. Bite me. I like them Dark,
and full of kick. I'm going to get her back. She knows it too.

Scary part, I know she want me to.