Rettic’s Log: Outgoing
The war in Providence has shaken out the excess, so to speak, and I along with them. M3, gods bless ‘em, is staying behind to fight ‘til their last breath. Frankly, I wouldn’t expect them to do anything otherwise. A merc job isn’t just a job to them. They breathe it, and live it. They become their client. Until the next job…then they do it all over again.
I don’t have that kind of devotion in me. Maybe I’m a lesser man for it.
Either way, that wasn’t my fight.
So I’m in Empire space again. Self-employed. Doing some trading in Oursulaert III, Renyn. Hell, I’ve even taken up a small exploration gig with a new partner I’ve found. Nocipe, real nice pilot. Green as hell to life in the black, but nice, and a lot of heart for the fight. I’m showing him a thing or two I learned in the outer rim, and he’s helping me keep the front to my small corporation. A fair trade.
But exploration. How about that? I’d like to think dad would be proud. If nothing else, CONCORD is. It’ll keep them from getting suspicious for a—
The muffled static of a docking clerk interrupted the feed—”Balle VII to the Copernicus, docking clearance has been granted”—click.
—Ok well, business calls. I, ah, I know you aren’t tellin’ me where I’m gonna find you. I know you aren’t going to answer this message either. But, if you want to at least tell me you ain’t in any kind of—you know.
Just be safe, sister. You know where to find me. You always do.
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NEOCOM MSG Transmittal - 15:04 - Balle - Sinq Laison
Outgoing: Registered Capsuleer Rettic
To Incoming: Aloraluna - 4 MSGs Unrecieved
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