Retirement

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entry author - Tricia Reyes
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entry date - 01.16.828
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[INCOMPREHENSIVE]..working? Hello? Oh. It's working. Huh. [Noise log - Wooden surface impact] The thing spent ages in my backpack and it's still on. Well. Hi! Thought I should document some thoughts on, well, stuff.

So, first, I came back to the Core, got almost instantly promoted to the Guildkeeper and got assigned to a crap ton of paperwork. Rheinlanders, Velvets, other people... Good times. It was weird to see Archos not in charge, though - he was around, just not as frequent. Guerra, the guy who took position as the Guildmaster, was very gung-ho, which I can fall back. But eventually he gave up on it, for some reasons, and I think I understand now. Shortly after, I was elected as a Guildmaster. Me! A bloody nobody, in charge of The Core and APM. Been a good run, but... [Noise log - sip; ceramic impact] The discovery of Omicron Nu made things worse, with Libertonians claiming it as their own system almost instantly. Not to mention, some of the core personnel was very against the idea of bombarding Akabat. Crazy, I know. Only then I realized that the board is a bunch of opportunists and that it's beneficial for them to keep the Order around.

Waste of people and money, if you ask me. I had a very heated discussion with the board once and I almost snapped at them. I thought it would be probably for the best to surrender the Guildmaster's mantle to Archos. He still kept me around as a Guildkeeper and I still had more paperwork to do. This time, trying to convince Libertonians to cooperate with us. [Noise log - sigh] They consider the Core to be a foreign agency. Never thought I'd say these words. Why? Why would we need to convince them in the first place? We were allies, like, for ages!

I got tired of this nonsense. I applied for libertonian citizenship, got some land at Bayport on Manhattan and said to myself "I want a house!". Hired the best team I could find and I don't regret a single thing - this house is everything I could've dreamed of. It's spacious, it got two floors, a large kitchen, and - the best thing about it - an underground hangar with a retractable landing pad! Means I can store at least two snubcraft vessels right near my home! How cool is that?!

[Noise log - sip; ceramic impact] I've been doing absolutely nothing for the first two weeks, though. Literally, I was lying in a bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if the life's worth living. The Elysium, a cruise Liner I had for diplomacy meetings, was now converted to my personal yacht. I don't know how many luxury liners have gigantic pools with open windows, but Elysium is one of them. The captain, Julius, is a good man as well. The most loyal man I've seen in my life, more loyal than most of the Core personnel.

[Noise log - sip; ceramic impact] It was hard for me to open up about my issues to someone, even as trusted as Julius. When I did, though, he gave me a very interesting advice. He said "You need to learn to relax, child. Try the pool, I heard it's very relaxing. Just lie down, shut your mind and look at the stars. I'll take care of the rest.". And I did. I went completely naked, just to feel the water, to feel nothingness. And I floated, looking at the stars, not thinking about anything. Just me, the cosmos, and nothing more. It was an astonishing sensation, I still remember this indescribable feeling. It was never the same afterwards - I'm not saying it gotten boring or routine, - more like, I opened my mind to something.

First thing I wanted is to change my image. I went to the best beauty shop there is on Manhattan. They operate on a whole new level - something about genetic surgery or engineering. Regardless, I woke up and... I saw snow white long hair. Just as I wanted. And I'm keeping it loose ever since. Some shopping had to take place, too. I felt a really heavy need for gothic stuff. Coats, tailcoats, belts - everything. Some of it was ordered, some - handpicked by myself.

Next on my list was the garden. Yeah. Me. In a gardening shop. In our age. Who would've thought? Not me, certainly, yet here I am. At first, I wanted to hire a gardener, to make it all easy. but then I felt a need to add a piece of myself to my new house. And I enjoyed it, - planting flowers, cutting bushes, growing a tree, - every single bit of it felt better than decimating the Order fleet.

I've decided to keep my old Core uniform, though. And my coat from Bounty Hunting days. Right now they take their place on mannequins upstairs, right near my favorite tailcoat. I had Sun visiting me the other week, we talked a bit about the omicrons and philosophic stuff. She had that strange aura around her, though, like... She looked so calm all the time.

But yeah. This is the part where I get to being my old b**chy self. And the topic of today's b**ching is... Surprise, tax money!

I have no idea who recruits people into Fourty-Sixth. There's quite a lot of them, yet they're all so... Unprofessional. Not to mention that the LSF might have some big time moles in their ranks, I still feel like my tax money is getting wasted on nothing. And it ain't cheap to live here! I have to pay two million credits a month just for the land and the infrastructure! Sometimes I think about organizing a private military company, here, in Liberty. But it's me being impulsive. I wouldn't be so on edge if it wasn't for the Nomads, they seem to be rather active in the last few days. Even saw a small scouting party in Pennsylvania. The bigger node tried to indoctrinate me - well, it's a good thing they don't keep tabs on people. "Mercy" that the Nomads subject people to is a well known thing and I'd like to live the rest of my life for myself.

So, yeah. That's everything I wanted to document. It's good to have thoughts written, - or, well, recorded. Helps to clear the mind.

xoxo - Trish

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