Maybe I need a change in pace...
03 Dec 2018Ravos Longknife
3 December 3304. 1530Jones Dock, Achenar [Capitol], Empire
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I had a rough go at that little known thing called sleep last night. I got way too into my bad memories last night and dredged up some shit...survivors guilt maybe? I don't know. But in my insomniac state, I had time to think, maybe I need to change things up. Yeah I love exploring and hitting those long jumps out to rim space and all, but in all honesty it is getting kind of boring and mundane. So I have decided that when I get back to Elysia, I'll ask the boss man if I can get trained up the 10ths standards as a fighter pilot so I can go out and actually do something that makes a difference, like hunting Thargoids or even just cleaning up the belts of raiders. I don't know, man. Life lately is turning to shit despite all the money and comforts. Lackluster.
I need to restock the galley and wait for the repairs on the Dauntless to be made. Mechanic said it would be later tonight before he was done, so I've got some time. Maybe I'll hit up that restaurant on C-deck that Trevor told me about before I left, "Korean Barbecue" he called it, no clue what the hell that is but he swore by it so I might as well give it a try.
[Loud commotion outside of room]
The hell?!
[multiple gunshots, screaming}
SHIT!!! What the-[distorted]
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Damn...what the hell is going on here! Cops running around this place shouting "treason" at anyone carrying anything made in Alliance territory...I need to get out of here. Something Isn't right.
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