Retirement

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entry author - Tricia Reyes
entry date - 10.11.833
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Five years. God, the time flies.

Soooo many things happened over the span of that time. Huh, my last entry here speaks of me looking for flowers. Flowers, of all things. Can't believe I used to be so obsessed with them back then. Well, I suppose if you'd exposed someone like me to planetside life, you'd realise how many beautiful things can be.

The most important thing to mention is... I got married. Hard to believe it happened five years ago. Hard to believe I got married to a woman, either. Isla, she... Opened my eyes to many things that I was, things I never knew I was capable of. This... compassion, care, love - I never knew I was capable of any of it. When you're out there, in space, you shun it all aside, simply pull the trigger or make the others pull it. Even as I speak, there's someone out there getting robbed for their last money, being shot at or infested by a Nomad. But down here... Life is slow, and I like it that way.

Among other things, I got to wear my old office uniform at one point. Thought I'd escape being a corpo slave driver in Liberty but that life shortly caught up to me. Up to the point where I was the second most powerful woman in the whole Police force. Or should I say, the most powerful one? Officially, Isla was in charge of it, but she isn't made for this sort of stuff. She was... too young to be the commissioner. Too much life and energy for a grim slave-driving corpo executive. Didn't last as long as I thought it would, but I can't say that the lessons I learned about leading the Core were of service here. More like, I haven't learned my lessons at all. LPI and the Core are so similar, it's almost uncanny.

Speaking of, tensions between the Core and Liberty have only been getting tighter since my leave and one thing that definitely didn't help was my old XO's defection from the paramilitary. Yeah. My old gang, hijacking what used to be my battleship and making it all the way to Liberty with nothing but the skeleton crew. Now, they're proud members of the Forty-Sixth - a fleet I used to despise, yet, ever since they've gotten way more professional and respectable. Sometimes, at night, I can see the Umbra pass over our house. I'll never mistake her engines for anything.

As about what I have been up to since my days in LPI, well... I can't call myself a revolutionary fashion designer, but my dresses are fetching a good demand on the fashion market and I have an amazing model for my ideas. Never knew I had -that- in me, yet here we are. Ever since the dream I had about my wedding dress, I couldn't stop thinking about it. So now, fashion has become my passion. But I'm not overly obsessed with it, not to the point where I'd look like an extra weirdo. Hell, I'm probably the most down-to-earth fashion designer in Liberty if we're talking personal image. Maybe that's why I'm not revolutionary. But, hey, as long as I make the dresses that I like and as long as people buy them - I'm satisfied.

I never expected a happy ending. Not for myself. But now? I'm more than fine with how things are.

I don't think I'm ever coming back to this log, but reading it back was... amusing. Seeing how I was back then and how I am now. However, I think I've reached my final point. A point with which I wouldn't want to make any future comparisons. I am where I want to be, and I am never going back.

So it's time to say "goodbye".

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