Too much thinking does things to you.

[Rommie]

It is a known fact that intelligence has severely decreased in Sirius, ever since the Nomad threat was diminished. Sightings have been reported in the far reaches of the Omi-wait, I'm not here to talk about squids.

As I was saying, intelligence has decreased. There are supercores in which the lack of intelligence is so severe, that dragons and furred squids have appeared in said cores.

Thus, the remaining sane population who knows what is edible and what will make your insides explode in pretty rainbow colours has decided to teach the said dragons and furry squids that you just cannot be that way. And I wish them good luck.

My name is Tej Helfer. Mercenary, Freelancer, a man hardened in combat, and with severe lack of patience towards said abominations. Problem is, I'm mostly found operating in the places they magically appear.
I kill stuff for fun. Most merclancers do that. We like to hear them scream and beg. We like to trick them into thinking they will live through the ordeal. Then we kill them. But not before we try to bring them back to humanity once again. It's in the manual, you have to do it. But it usually fails, so we skip that, and get back to choking them with their own scalp.

But what is a man alone against the entire universe? Nothing. So of course I have certain connections. The entire Liberty Navy has been bent on scalping me for a while. I consider them great friends for that, because it's not every day you see someone open up to you. Most of everyone else preffers to do it around the back. Stab stab stab laugh see you in four hours. Why do I have to spend 4 hours in the last hospital I visited, regardless of the level of injury, or prefference. Ever thought I would want to visit another one?

Well, I have to run now. I gave my ship to some dude to repair it, and now it appears a midget forgot his head in my mine deployer... damn tourists.

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In space, nobody knows I'm a panda