Change of Plans

[aerelm]

And to think, even for a second, that I actually had two whole weeks of celebratory drunkenness planned on Curacao. Not like it's the first time some self-centered piece of a whore has ruined my vacation time though, but this one is just all on my nerves. There I am, packing up and thinking I can finally catch an actual break, and not even out of Alpha yet, I get that ugly waste of breasts yapping away about how the future of Nacion is at stake and I should do their job for them again and save the day, bla bla. The whole place just went to hell after Jameson left, and how is it even possible that every single sod taking the wheel after him has been nothing but a royal pain in the ass?

Turns out, that spineless pretty-boy of Perez asking me to risk my ass to get them Gladie prints was not enough and now this Casta wants me to sweep the whole sector for some Pennybrooke persona who didn't show up for some date she had with Casta. Can't blame her much, since Casta is repulsive at best, but she ruined my vacation, so she'll get no love from me when I find her. I remember running into her ship once or twice, she apparently flies some research ship around the place, and is one of those scientist-types who always yap about random load of bull like how "astonishingly magnificent" the stars are and whatnot. I bet she's one of those under-attractive middle-aged over-weight women with a face that even glasses can't make one bit appealing, and here I am, having to chase the nutbag around the place cause she's probably "just lost track of time" sitting on the bridge staring at some star that died some million years ago while sucking on a family-sized tube of synth paste that would normally be enough to feed ten fully grown adults but she sucks dry in one sitting.

All that aside though, Casta has hell of a timing, I give her that much. She managed to catch me at the right 5 minutes window I get every afternoon when I'm bored to death and would say yes to pretty much anything that can fill my time. If she had sent me that damn message any other hour of the day, I would've shoved a massive "No" in her face and watched her hug her knees in a corner and cry her brains out like Chenzo did back when he had his dirty hands on the wheel. Her good timing did cost me though. Now instead of taking the Taus hole tomorrow morning and heading to Bretonia, I'll have to go snoop around the Casts backyard cause the only clue that whore of a Casta gave me was that the Pennybrooke persona was already in the region and simply "making herself comfortable"... Comfortable my ass.