Sixteen years have gone by with me onboard the Black Ship, Mariessa. Sixteen years, my entire life, and they take me in a drop, send me to some planet with absolutely no meaning, and leave me in the middle of a city with nothing but what I came with or made there. Society, I am not meant for you, but somehow, I’m here. Fuck. Gotta live somewhere, but there no way in the Emperor’s Throne that you’ll find me staying here. So I leave, plain and simple, I spend the next two days walking out of that forsaken hiver den and into some open land.
Not a few hours pass before a C-truck (combat truck, his name for them) passed me, well didn’t pass me, two guys got out and leveled their weapons at me. Asked if I was me, yup, but how they know I have no clue. So I follow the men with guns, into the truck, I wind up Exactly where I started.
Turns out, they spent two days looking for me. That’s a riot! Glad I wasted someone’s time. Anyway, Got a hoverrail pass and rode it for hours. By that, I mean all day. Between two thugs, who didn’t say a fucking word. (continued later)