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Maxx's quarters appeared, the blend of Caldari and Gallente styles somehow soothing and peaceful, yet efficient and confident at the same time. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, appearing to fill out an after-action report.
"So, I think I finally got the cam drone working, and I even upgraded the software! Don't tell the manufacturer, though. I'd say the legality of it is questionable at best, but they're a bunch of idiots, so I don't foresee any problems. Took several hours just to figure out what the frack their coding method was. In the end I realized there was none."
He chuckled as he set the papers aside, moving to a recumbent posture, looking completely relaxed.
"You know, the more I get the place set up, the more attached and at home I feel. Which is both good and bad, I guess. Good because it means I have a sanctuary from everything, somewhere to just be alone and not have to worry about anything but some idiot crashing a mothership into the station. Bad because no matter how much I wish it so, the lifestyle isn't and never will be conductive to settling down anywhere. If you wake up in a peaceful garden with lovely waterfalls and smoothed, beautiful rocks.....it's probably because your body was just violently shredded by 200mm titanium rounds."
"That's not to say I don't love it, you know? Killing off pirates who wouldn't think twice about murdering millions, fighting people for the good of the corp, there's nothing quite like the rush of combat. Only problem is you can't take the time to stop and think. It's dangerous to do so. Then again, if you have no conscience, no regrets, no feelings, then you're just like them. Cold, uncaring, all about what makes you feel good, what you want."
His thoughts had apparently started to drift, and he shook his head to clear it. He rocked forward, throwing his feet off the bed and standing quickly, moving to a stack of boxes.
"Like I said, it doesn't do to think of some things, so I guess it's back to work for me. Gah, what I wouldn't do for somewhere to hang out, some people to unwind with. Doesn't seem like too many people are interested in that, as far as I can tell, around here. I've hung out with some of the other officers a time or two, but most of the people who were really tight-knit ended up disappearing, nobody knows what happened to them."
"So basically my social life right now is like division by zero. Undefined." He heaved a sigh as he opened one of the containers and started looking through it. It all appeared to be genuine artwork, centered around oceanic themes and locations. He took the box into another room, then returned.
"I guess that's all I have for now. We'll see how things go for the next few days. High hopes but low expectations are the order of the evening. Anyway, back to work for me. End log."
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