Sex, Drugs & Rock n' Roll

[Niverlare]

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Sex, drugs and Rock n' Roll - I've had plenty of those things before my life turned into a casual one, a life my parents would be proud of, I've a stuffy job at Interspace, just like them ... F@#k 'em. Kinda' funny, 'cause since I was "kidnapped" by those Rogues couple of years ago, I've sworn myself not to live a life like my parents wanted me to. And now, look at me. This illness, myatrophy, has forced me into the wheelchair. I'm feeling like a wildcat, being held in a cage. Funny, I was kind of happy at first, but now ..? No, that's just not how I want to live. Hold on ...

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Just look at me. I'm wearing a freakin' tie with a blouse...

This job though, has one bright side - Money. With this money, I was able to prepare a surgery that'll hopefully get me back in kickin'. They'll be putting robotic implants into my body, sounds pretty freaky huh ? Well, it is. But if this actually works, and regains my old strength, I swear to god I'll be back to my old life. I'll blow up my bureau and get myself fired.

Funny thing number two - I've paid a load of money to even get that job. I've hired one of the best Hackers to delete my criminal history from the Liberty Authorities just to be able to live a normal life. Not being able to walk makes you silly in the head, it seems. But not for longer. I'll get my fleet back, the Praeclarus as well as the others, I've been lying to my friends regarding this, told 'em the Scylla was destroyed by myself. It's a lie, the Praeclarus is hidden, in Texas. The big radiation cloud ... Grande Negra ? Yeah, I think that's the name. It's turned into an offline mode, but the automatic turrets should work, even if someone's silly enough to fly in there, and spots it, no one would be able to actually capture it before I do.

Once I've done that, I'll need to contact my friend on Malta, a drug-boss of the heavy sort. He gave me many jobs when I was still kickin'. Made loads of money that way. I'll need money to get everything back running again ... it'll be a long road until there, but I'm confident.

That's it for today.