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I have been many things in my life. Mercenary, killer, thief, make-believe lover, hero, Spithspawn do-gooder... well, a lot of things. But never a conversation piece.
“Is this... one of them?”
A very frustrated conversation piece.
"They say her name is Sailor Asteroid.”
I couldn’t help but think that if they’d ask me, I’d even confirm it. Considering my sister threatened my life twenty different ways if I insulted anyone, I kept quiet. Funny. If anyone had threaten my life barely a year before, they’d be dead and I would go along my way as if nothing happened. In some ways, I’m glad it’s now and not then. I already have too much blood on my hands.
“She’s so adorable. We should introduce her to your son.”
Sorry. This girl’s spoken for. To myself, I smiled. It was really good knowing that someone loved you. Even after all the things I’ve done... sithspit. Even in my own mind I keep coming back to that. I don’t know why, but my more than slightly shady past has been creeping into my mind a lot lately. It must be something in the air.
“Look, she’s smiling. Hey, let’s take a holo of her!”
I had to smile. But I was getting a little sick of just sitting around. What I really wanted to be doing was... oh, I don’t know. Maybe strafing the spaceport. No, not really. A little more action would have been nice.
“I wonder who she is... and if her hair is natural.”
Smiling at them, I tried not to do anything annoying. Like killing someone.
I hate being a conversation piece.
