Synthesis

[Guest]

Sora sighed as he hurled his backpack onto his bed.

The day had been a long one. I decided to take control of the Clear Sky my very own transport. In truth I had missed being on board the Clear Sky. I had handed control to my navigator Kareem Emir so that I could help with the salvaging rather than the transporting.

In truth, the salvaging bores me. I have a good education, better than most. How did I end up delicately taking apart a stupid battleship for no good reason other than it makes money. Another thing that irritates me is the goddamn Junkers. Good for nothing lowlifes. I hate having to work with them. On the plus side, theres Miss Suzume.

Ive offered to take her to Kusari to visit Honshu, my birth place. But she consistently dodges it, focusing on her work if I bring the subject up. Miss Suzume is like a delicate flower surrounded by a cesspit. She acts a bit odd, too secretive; too well too much like a Junker. I think it is such a shame.

Well. At least thats what I thought she was like until tonight. Turns out shes a idiotic cow with no sense. She seems to think shes some kind of business genius. Worst of all! She believes that Kusari are the instigators in the war against Bretonia! Her own nation! She has fallen far from the tree. I only wish her father knew.

Sora shakes his head slowly, even more agitated now than he had been before.

I dont know. To be honest, all I do know is shes a liar and shes a very bad one at that. She consistently trips over her own lies. First of all she was born on Honshu like me. Then she isnt. Then she suddenly remembers that she was in fact born on Honshu. Supposedly her father was an evil man that tried to kill her mother. Oh and she blew up a Border World Transport while she was inside. What in gods name. How is that even possible? I give up.

He unzipped his bag, carefully taking the food out that hed bought from the market. Sitting on his bed he ate it quietly and slowly, grimacing with nearly every bite.

Ugh. I hate this food. The Junkers and their associates really have no sense of culinary taste. I would give an arm and a leg for some sushi or even some plain rice Id even settle for one of those disgusting Libertonian, heart stopping burgers. I may take a trip to New London tomorrow, hopefully the brutes on that planet would turn on me for being a Kusarian.

Putting the food wrappers in the bin, he laid on his bed and slept.