(This will be the first of many journal entries made by my SY char. Julius Anders. Its in the 1st person, as if he were writing it)
Date: 03/27/XX

Entry: It has been about two, two and a half weeks since I got to this place called the Ship Yard. Since arriving here, I have had limited time to even relax and rest ---everything moves so fast here---, nobody has time to talk, everyone is in a hurry, its madness. Then again, its madness that I have not had the time to sit down and write in my journal for so long.

Captain Joseph Korso glared out the plasma windows as the flaming shot from the vessel came closer and closer. The crew all glanced up to him nervously, expecting him to make a move. Korso knew they had no chance of dodging the shot, moving would only make it worse. Bracing himself against the rails a few moments before the hull shook and rocked from the impact. Multiple lights turned on and alarms sounded as the damage was calculated by the onboard computer. Glancing at a nearby terminal he let out a light curse, his slitted tongue slitting in and out of his mouth as he considered his options. The report on the terminal confirmed that they had lost function on one engine, and the hull had been badly damaged. Grabbing a mic he keyed the ships comm systems, "All crew.

[Basic information] A race solely evolved to be a space faring species. They're a humanoid type creature with only minor differences, mainly in the markings that show along it's skin. An old race, they have mastered the art of space exploration, but sadly were driven to near extinction by galactic slave trade.

Blah blah blah. The end. Attached one of the shipyard teaser posters for file upload and lightbox test! Teaser