School Daze #17

Dear Wairua,

  While you probably caught being huge dag from me, I wasn't joking when recounting that you were pulled out of an Angels Retirement Home as a baby. I was on a tiki tour at the stink end of Derelik, bashing Angels for some variety, when I caught a signal heading beyond. I fetched the Rattlesnake, and warped into an Angels Redlight District, hold chocka with heavy Nova missiles.

  Boom, crash, smoking ratbags, and bugger all for it but some of their overseers' laundry baskets, I thrashed down the retirement home for good measure. I pulled a group of janitors from the wreckage (those eggs always know how to hide and survive a carked station), carrying a bunch of holoreels, jugs of water, and a baby. You.

  So, the universe being as wee as it is, you've likely got surviving family out there, and since a sus grandpa was likely at that retirement home, wouldn't surprise me if your family has dodgy roots in the Angels.

  There you have it, some of the history you didn't know. Don't let it distract from what you're doing now, or what you want to do with the grey goo in your noggin. Schooling isn't a mare for you, and it sounds like you are making some good choices (Except for that Serp Refuge you decided was a cracker idea). Yeah, those cargo rigs can host heaps more, and bigger, ships than those wee campsites you've been kicking over. Knuckle under on the capacitor voodoo, so to not bloody cap yourself when you need to constantly run that shield booster and afterburner. Stop boosting, they blow you up. Slow down, they hurt you more, and then blow you up.

Cheers,

Dad