It's Difficult To Remember...

[Laz]

Leere had gone about his time, each day being the same thing. This ordeal he was going through wasn't pretty but it showed something about him: Leere was a survivalist. The time was nearing where he would make his move, finally leave this recurring cycle. It had been almost three months and he grew restless, yet Leere was detained by that internal fear that governed his actions.

Yet as time passed he realised that he had to move, he couldn't stay here forever. Leere marched through his ship, the centre had a very small table for which he could lay his plans. In Leere's hand was a large sheet of paper, he sprawled it out on the table before him. It was time for him to begin.

As he got down to writing the same problems as before arose, the sides of the sheet were covered in crossed out ideas and designs. His planning sheet was a mess that only he would really make sense of anyway. He had drafted routes for which he could travel, he calculated all known ways he could take out of the Omicrons, but each one had a cut off that could end very badly if things went south. If he went through Rho, The Core could pump his ship full of holes and end him there and then. If he decided to take the southern route he'd be faced with an onslaught of robots and the Corsairs, or even the Zoners of which Leere's face is well known among.
There was an idea, though, maybe he didn't have to leave the Omicrons. Leere got out his star charts and looked over the Omicron systems. Delta, Theta, Kappa, Minor...

Each system had its pros and cons, Theta, in particular, would have been ideal if not for how inhabited it was. Nothing was going to work. every planet had something deterring him, be it a space station or the planets lack of habitability. At the rate things were going, he'd have to be quick and subtle and find somewhere else in Sirius, somewhere outside of the Edge Worlds.

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