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!!O+eQDn0BBx8 08/10/11(Wed)02:54 No.15886144He shakes his head, “Nah. Uh, sir. Never really give it much care. Rinn doesn’t like them much from his time fighting in... the Oan Rebellion, I think he said? Some rebellion when he was in the IA. But I don’t really care much either way. No sense using resources we need on them or going out of our way to hurt them if they aren’t doing something to us.”
“Fair enough. Glad we’re looking for the Empire, eh?”
“Yeah. Sir. Sorry.” He takes another small pull, “Well, been in the Armada most all of my life and it saved my ass. Owe it at least that much.”
“How did you come to the service, anyway?”
“Ahhhh. That.” He leans back on the sofa, stretching his arms and sinking into the cushions before replying, “Kind of a long story.”
“I’ve got nothing but time.”
A grin, “Yeah, that’s true. Well, I was a gutterrat. Grew up in the underground. Hath is pretty much hollow, you know? Filled with tunnels and everything is mined out all the way to the core. The rich live in the upper spires, the workers lower, and the scum and industry in the underground. Parents were poor druggies, still are... or were, whatever. Did whatever I could to get by, make some money on my own to do things for myself since they spent everything they got on Redeye then went to the Empire Uni-Food program to live. Pickpocketing, smash and grabs, stealing skycars, whatever.”
”Worked out until I was about twelve and I got too greedy. Was this really nice skycar -- little spaceships, really -- parked near one of my hangouts.” He sigs, shaking his head. “Twelve and stupid, I took the damn thing. Was flying it to a shop I knew when BAM! the thing cut out over a huge chasm and fell down into a commercial dome. Remote killswitch, I found out later. Broke my back in eight places, plus a lot of other stuff.”
“Ouch. And you survived?” |