It has been a long week or two since I last logged, and worse I’ve had to spend it planetside!
There is no great story to it. You must visit your relations every now and then, even if they look at you as though you are a freak at times. (They probably think they hid it well and I never noticed, but how can you miss it?) It appears that I am aging less than any of my siblings. My eldest brother looks like an old man now, and he is only 50. I guess the stress and strains of planet life are greater than I remember.
My youngest niece idolised me all the time I was there and asked all sorts of questions like “Have you seen a sleeper?”, “How many pirates have you killed?” and the one that stopped the conversation at the dinner table one evening: “How many times have you died?” I didn’t answer that one. How could I? Either I look like an over-confident braggart or a major failure of a pilot.
It turns out that my niece’s greatest ambition is to become a capsuleer, just like Aunty Darina, so she can rid the Empire of pirates and thieves. It was very sweet, and I must admit that I didn’t correct her misconceptions too much and talked up my role in the saving of the empire a bit more than I should have. Her parents, my brother and sister-in-law, tell me that she has talked about little but spaceships since I left for orbit and they are terrified that she will follow this ambition of hers through and begged me to dissuade her. She is very smart, and she would make an excellent capsuleer, so I can’t see why the mortals are so afraid of the choice she wants to make. I took her aside and told her what her parents had said and advised her to conceal that particular ambition. I then created a hidden trust with the local bank to pay for her upgrade when she comes of age.
Was that wrong of me? Probably, but soon I’ll have a wingman that I can definitely trust. At least until she discovers the vast numbers of vices available out there. She should be able to cope, but who can tell?
After the family visit, I hopped back into orbit and reconnected to the neocom network. Seems we are at war again with some griefer pirate-wannabes. Unfortunately, we’ve already lost one POS, so perhaps next time I won’t spend so long planetside – things just fall apart when I am not there to keep it together!
/save and exit
