If The Apple Was Found On The Grass, The Tree Is Nearby
10 May 2019Jolt Diana
Cryptic phrases aside, I feel like I should talk about my father. With what's happening in the bubble with the political powers, it seems only right. My dad was this pilot back in the day that flew with the Federation, he finished over two tours and decided that he had enough of the life of orders and regulations. He wanted to make money, planning out to settle down with a family back on Earth in the slums. He always said that he had an appreciation for life down in the underbelly.He was right. It's probably what helped me with coming to terms with how my eyes are more than anything.
But he always had a respect to his fellow pilots that served with him during his "golden bounty hunting years". Tough lads from what I've heard of them, but practically family to him. I think I've only ever met Joseph, he was their Imperial navy contact. He usually came over for parties or during some vacations, he was retired during then and enjoyed a nice hot dog every now and then.
I think I'm getting off topic here and should come back to this at a different point, but I've gotten a somewhat nice enjoyment from bounty hunting or doing mercenary work. Maybe not exactly what dad used to do, but something close. Something that gives me that little bit of closure, at least for long enough for me to realize it. By then the need was gone and now I'm here typing away at this. I guess in the end, we're all just human enough to break down even when we're not hurt. Mom moved out after dad died, Joseph stopped coming around anymore, and I sold the apartment we had to get enough money to leave and join the Federation.
The story gets pretty boring from there if you've already read what I wrote down somewhere in here. But; lost my eyes, body feels tingly all of the time now, and my eyes have never felt the same. A beer in your name, dad, you crazy old son of a bitch.
Ah, another scan detected. The beer will have to wait, back to work.