[Once upon a time Takeshi had people who'd been close to him, friends, family. He'd been happy, even if his life and the times that he'd lived in were fraught with uncertainty.
But then the Protectorate had taken it all away and chased him like a dog until he too was crossed of their list. One would hope that the end would be it, but he'd been placed in storage only to be spun up again some 200 years later to become some rich man's idea of a private eye. Things were better alone, even if he'd somehow managed to carve himself a new pack, new people who mattered even if he pretended that they didn't.
He hopes she doesn't mind that he's about as pleasant as a root canal.]
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[Once upon a time Takeshi had people who'd been close to him, friends, family. He'd been happy, even if his life and the times that he'd lived in were fraught with uncertainty.
But then the Protectorate had taken it all away and chased him like a dog until he too was crossed of their list. One would hope that the end would be it, but he'd been placed in storage only to be spun up again some 200 years later to become some rich man's idea of a private eye. Things were better alone, even if he'd somehow managed to carve himself a new pack, new people who mattered even if he pretended that they didn't.
He hopes she doesn't mind that he's about as pleasant as a root canal.]
Meet me at the hyperjump terminal?