Wow! The Canvas is indeed a large ship.

Veronica, Flint, and I spent somewhere around two days preparing for this, rendering and sorting enough food to sustain about 200 people for three months. Worst case, we figured it might not last them three months, but it could’ve easily lasted them long enough to come up with another solution. A little bit of breathing room, I guess.

When the Canvas arrived, they sent a delegation of four Tika. Three males, one female. They are an interesting species. We have them in our database already, so I guess the Kona have met them before, but I mean, it was still really neat. I’d never met anyone other than a Kona at this point (not that I’d met very many Kona, either, in fairness), so meeting them made me feel really excited on the inside. Of course, I tried to staunch the feelings and appear rather formal and professional.

They seemed surprised that only three of us were manning what they referred to as “such a spacious ship.” As we gave them a small tour of some of the rooms, they whispered a lot back and forth, which I thought was, at first, rather benign. It wasn’t until we got to the cargo bay that my suspicions were roused.

This was the only picture I could get of their ship, the lighting is horrible.

As soon as they saw pallet after pallet of wrapped food and water, along with some basic first aid kits and other helpful materials, they smiled graciously and insisted we were too kind. It felt as though they WANTED to take all of them, but tried to appear as though they weren’t quite as desperate as they likely were. In the midst of their cheery and positive ‘Oh we couldn’t, this is too much’ type talk, the lone Female gave me a sort of ‘read between the lines’ look, while repeating a familiar message: “There will never be enough.”

The others quickly brushed it off, saying, “No, no, this is fine, this is plenty, we appreciate it.” Before I could discuss plans for shipping the supplies in a few of our detachable pods, they insisted upon returning to their ship, so they could discuss the best way to make the hand-off. The female gave me a look, a very concerned look, that I can’t quite figure out. Obviously something is up, I just need to figure out what that ‘something’ is.

They told me they would contact me as soon as they have come up with a decision.

Captain O’Connor