“Stories from the field? Sure, I’m happy to share one or two” began Suien, grateful for the change in conversation as he leaned back in his chair. However, as he mentally ticked through his misadventures, his small smile slowly transformed into a grimace as he realized the distinct lack of any acceptable stories to share.
There was the time he brutalized some heelnavis in front of an elementary school class
There was the time he got drunk and jacked into a broken TV at a bar
There was the time he had that weird… not-date but also not-not-date with Rania and the weird old guy.
There was the time he hung out with two underage girls in a shared bath
There was the time he navigated Rass into an active combat situation while hungover
There was the time he hacked a NetVegas security feed after a night of debauchery
Suien shook his head. “Um…. unfortunately, I think I lead a pretty boring life.” he said, swirling his drink. “That’s part of my professional rut, so to speak. I’ve been mostly surviving overseas through contract work and odd jobs here and there.” After a moment’s hesitation, he continued. “You know, teaching, maintenance work, security system uh.... vulnerability testing,” he said, somewhat unconvincingly.
Taking another sip, he glanced over toward his PET, refocusing his blurring vision. “If I’m being honest, taking care of Rass has been my main concern for the past few years,” he admitted, the words flowing easily from his slightly inebriated state. “I know it’s a bit strange to be tinkering with navis at my age, but I want to make sure that he… they... are self-sufficient and, well... happy. I owe the three of them that much after what happened.”
After another pause, Suien realized his error, “Sorry, four,” he said quickly, “I meant the four of them.”
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There was the time he brutalized some heelnavis in front of an elementary school class
There was the time he got drunk and jacked into a broken TV at a bar
There was the time he had that weird… not-date but also not-not-date with Rania and the weird old guy.
There was the time he hung out with two underage girls in a shared bath
There was the time he navigated Rass into an active combat situation while hungover
There was the time he hacked a NetVegas security feed after a night of debauchery
Suien shook his head. “Um…. unfortunately, I think I lead a pretty boring life.” he said, swirling his drink. “That’s part of my professional rut, so to speak. I’ve been mostly surviving overseas through contract work and odd jobs here and there.” After a moment’s hesitation, he continued. “You know, teaching, maintenance work, security system uh.... vulnerability testing,” he said, somewhat unconvincingly.
Taking another sip, he glanced over toward his PET, refocusing his blurring vision. “If I’m being honest, taking care of Rass has been my main concern for the past few years,” he admitted, the words flowing easily from his slightly inebriated state. “I know it’s a bit strange to be tinkering with navis at my age, but I want to make sure that he… they... are self-sufficient and, well... happy. I owe the three of them that much after what happened.”
After another pause, Suien realized his error, “Sorry, four,” he said quickly, “I meant the four of them.”