CORRESPONDENCE: ASHTON-212
Ugh, bedrest fucking sucks.
Apparently, I dislocated my hip during that sparring match- in addition to the stabbing that Pipecleaner gave me. Ori’s been keeping me out of physical classes because of it, and I’m bored out of my fucking mind.
I have an upcoming appointment with a Passions reader, of all things. Overheard the booking conversation, and something about a “dysphoric alignment” was brought up. I thought that was all hammered out back when I first got licensed…
//[AUDIO: DETAIL]> A deep sigh, then-
Nothing that the Academy’s got in stock works anymore. Fried a neurosync suite the other day, and the nightmares have just been getting worse. Normally, localized religions aren’t really observed here- main priority is keeping Pilots functional, not spiritual- but if anyone’s gonna know about tech ghosts, it’s the folks who talk to them on the regular. I guess.
Speaking of getting my license- did some reading while on bedrest. Turns out that, in Union’s eyes, I’m LL4- which doesn’t make any sense because I only have the two ranks in Tortuga.
Thermie called me and said that one of the optics on xeir chestplate was “melting open.” Hangar security came by and checked it out, but nobody’s telling me what it is- just that it’s “not malignant” and “shouldn’t spread quickly.” Wouldn’t even show me pics of it.
I’m gonna start wringing necks if I don’t get straight answers soon- FUBAR’d shoulder or not.