Vetri's Ventings: To new starts
30 Jan 2016Phrae Vetri
So... I have no idea of anyone's going to be all that interested in these ramblings, but what the hell. I kind of got into the habit as a way to kill interminably boring evenings, so... yeah.My name is Phrae. Phrae Vetri. It feels good to be able to use that name again, even if it was my own dumb fault I ended up married to such a complete waste of skin. Still, that's done with now and the divorce is well and truly final.
Admittedly, it would have been nice if The Scumbag hadn't manage to pull some weasely scam that kept his assets being rightfully bumped into my wallet - or a good chunk of them, at any rate. Which means that here I am, stuck with nothing but a Pilot's Federation licence I only trained for to keep myself from going nuts, roughly enough credits to my name for a coffin hotel and a cup of really bad coffee, and a Sidewinder that Mr. Slimebucket Ex thought would be a wonderfully whimsical gift for me on our last anniversary.
About the only good thing I ever got out of him, to be honest.
So here I am, at ends that aren't so much loose as totally unravelled, on an outpost station in the back of beyond. No offence to those that call LHS 3447 home, by the way. It's just this particular station that strikes me as being a complete hole.
Anyway, sitting around here being cranky isn't going to get me anywhere. Time to take the Bad Joke - it seemed like an appropriate name - out for a spin and see if I can't find some way to turn my life into something actually interesting for a change.