Letters To Anais: Abstinence

Relay Transmission: GCRT#9857425

Transmission Date: 12/10/3300

Message Origin: deuilFURIEUX; Star&Garter;  Noblehome Starport; Darahk System

Message Destination: anaisFURIEUX; Furieux House; Darwyn; Zeta Tucanae System

Encoding: Standard Encoding Protocol

 

Greetings dear sister.

I hope this transmission finds you well.

Its now been over five months since I left our home on Darwyn and I am sorry for not being in touch sooner (at least in a lucid manner).  Piloting small transporters around our home system is one thing but flying out here in the black is quite another. It’s taken me a long time to get used to grandfather’s old ship, the Hazy Jane. Some of the internal systems are so archaic that I confess to not having worked out the details of sending long distance relay transmissions from the onboard computer. As you have probably noted, this comm was sent from the Star & Garter on Noblehome in the Darahk System.

Noblehome Station is an interesting place. From the bar viewport, the pure white light of the class A star Darahk spills over the scene turning everything into some kind of spectral shadow of itself. Including a particularly fit girl, shimmying like a Meliaean snake over there in the birdcage.

Distractions aside, I can assure you that I am sitting here with a non stimulant. In fact, its a drink they simply call Darahkian Airwater. Trust me when I say that’s EXACTLY what it tastes like, but its refreshing and keeps my head clear. It has been over four weeks since I last over indulged in Lavian Brandy and its good to be able to think rationally again, the crown of drunkenness packed away somewhere back there in the hold. That last bout of boozy bad behaviour utterly devastated both my body and my mind. They should put a health warning on the label, you know. That glowing neon skull on the back is not enough to put the unsuspecting drinker off if you ask me.

Of course there is still liquor in the cargo hold. I have been making a fair few credits selling tons of the stuff to the miners on William’s Point. They appear to be more than partial to wine and beer in that system and I have been exchanging it both for credits and precious beryllium. It seems I am finally able to make stimulants actually work for me. The real test is keeping this stuff on board and not being tempted to consume it myself. So far, so good.

Speaking of our old man, how is the old bastard? Glad that I am out of the picture? I bet he is still fuming over the bad press after the ‘unfortunate’ smuggling incident I got myself involved in, eh? Did you know he didn’t even say goodbye to me? Not that I wanted him to, you understand, but the least he could have done was said good luck. I guess he really does detest everything that I stand for. He thinks me utterly incapable.

And how are you, Ana? Still punching in and out morning to night? All those financial data tables messed up your brain yet? Still spilling Azebanian coffee all over the meeting room table because you are too tired to focus? You are overworked in my opinion and you need to get out and have some fun. Find a nice guy and go for walks on the ice or something.  Trust me when I say it is worth it, even if only for one night. Then you can pack up your emotions, seal them in a canister and go back to the grind like I do.

If there is one thing I can say about working out here in the vastness of space is that there are no attachments. No one cares about tomorrow. Dock, do business, have fun and depart. No lines, just memories. Pure, simple and baggage free.

You should try it, dear sister.

Anyway, my dataslate alarm is going off. I have a couple of small cargo deliveries to make in the Gliese 3050 System and I am 90% certain that that girl in the birdcage just winked at me……

I hope to hear from you soon.

Yours,

Deu.

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