Personal: Thoughts
25 Jan 2020Rho Tefnutet
I can't sleep. I just cannot close my eyes as I overthink about everything that had been happening. These months passed way too fast. These events happened way too fast too. I could barely hold to my own thoughts until now. A silent, solemn but mostly silent night. Syune is sleeping in the bed and I hope I won't wake her up. She deserves it after all the stuff we both went through. After all, it's nice to sleep in your own bed with someone at your side.Right, when I'm writing this, I am just sitting on the couch. So I'm like, uh, contradicting myself.
Sometimes I must speak in silence in my own language not to forget it. From where I am, from where I hail -- it's too far away. And even if distance wouldn't be a problem, I'd have no idea where to search for... well... home "home". Sometimes I miss the familiar deserts and ruins among the which the culture I've been raised exists. Out there. Somewhere. Memories about my birthplace are getting more and more foggy. This makes me afraid.
Reightler Dock, sure, it feels like home. But at times I get my mind overflowing with information and news. It's like sitting in a desert storm: you know it is all around you, but you are not sure about the directions or where it comes from.
Ak sebuy'n soteth.
Jackuszyk is on Valhalla and I am damn glad he's out there, locked. That man was a psycho that should be kept under a lock. I have NO IDEA who the hell appointed him as one of the NR Inquisitors. Unless someone wanted to give them a scary look, as in that aspect someone somewhere was damn right. Not sure what happens to him. I admit, I had some thought to kill him even in front of these police officers. Yet I know it would lead into the bullcrap and not even Ingrid would pull me out. Maite Snider still vows for blood, especially as Maurice Starkill, the dic(k)tator is still absent.
Hell, I don't even known his first name. He was always that "Inquisitor Jackuszyk" to me. And I still need to find out more about these two poor generfreak guys he'd been keeping in check as well. One of them used to be an idealist who helped everyone and got caught likely, as he has been helping Brotherhood's civvies too. Yuri Bergman, was it? Yeah, it was the name.
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I am way too lazy to even minimize this window in order to check his dossier.
I need to pick one name - to replace the suplementary "Odinsvoegel" given by some random heads to my newest toy. It's been a week or two ever since all the bureaucratic mess about the FNS Legacy's incident that happened around Reightler Dock many months ago. I am damn happy it only turned into some court case and not open war between Federation and New Republic. Not that even the court was kind of annoying as it was to have three sided negotiations, as Snider - for some odd effin' reason - also wanted to grab FNS Legacy for her own little fleet. Thankfully, I won the struggle with some old law about"Salvage Acquisition" written somewhere in some ass codex.
Now it's like New Republic-Federation case about the damage and illegal incursion into Draguan Nu, but that's none of my damn business. Given the last events... Eh. I am not sure who is the good guy anymore. After... years... damn, it's two years or more now? Yeah, so after years it is clear that Snider has always been up to no good anyway.
I guess that's why her and Ingrid somewhat went separate ways and Bloodbound Harvest has been formed. I guess she then formed Inquisitors or something to substitute direct control over some cronies. But I could care less at that rate. "No, Snider. I don't want to kill civilians. Stop bothering me!" Every time I say that when such a message pops up while I am bounty hunting became a running joke within Bloodbound Harvest.
It is what it is.