Post by sparky on Aug 27, 2016 18:17:31 GMT -5
In a dingy apartment, a young man sits at a desk, penning a letter. Beside his desk is a package with a small locked box and a bottle of a Calidoran made wine. He takes his cigarette out of his mouth as he takes a sip of his whiskey, then looks over the letter.
Dear Uncle Frank,
I’m sorry I haven’t written home earlier, things have been quite hectic here in Calidor. So, suppose I should tell about the trip, first. The Emerald Isles were great, Uncle, I’m glad I followed your advice and paid them a visit. I saw so much, enjoyed my time in Plenken, and decided to land off in Calidor. Aunt Sammie always said she’d like to see Fred and I out here. Maybe its best only I came here, considering all that’s gone on. Though, I guess I could see if Fred could get me a job at the brewery, if I come back. How’re you all doing, by the way? Your knee treating you good? I’ve missed the three of you terribly, but I haven’t done too badly over here.
I signed up with the CCPD. Always told ya I wanted to be a copper, follow in yours and my father’s footsteps. Made officer, even got chosen to be part of the First Cross. Uncle, there is so much I want to tell you. I’ve done real good here, helped people, even helped bust a gang selling drugs out here. But I should’ve listened to ya more, been more prepared for some of the things I’ve seen.
I saw something that really messed me up, Uncle… I wish I could tell you, but its better I don’t write about it. But I saw something I never thought I’d see… Something I didn’t even know existed. Something I wish I never knew existed. It scared me. I still have nightmares about it. I should’ve stayed and helped fight it. Then maybe I could’ve helped a fellow officer stay sane, and a woman keep her life.
I got put on administrative leave by the Chief, said I needed to get my head right, get some sleep. But, they ended up cutting some of us loose, and me with them. I’ve had enough to keep the rent paid and food in my belly, but things are getting bad here in Calidor. Every other day, it’s like the city’s about to tear itself apart, while some of us just try and get by. I bet you’ve only heard a bit of what’s going on over there in Neeremore, but let me tell you, Uncle, it’s only been getting worse. And I think that’s the way it’s going to keep going, if something doesn’t happen to make a change, and happen soon.
Even if you’ve heard what’s going on here, I don’t want you or Fred coming here to try and help. It’d only end up in Aunt Sammie waiting for two or three of her boys to come home. And I can’t say as to whether or not we ever would. Besides, I think I can still help out around here, and there’s sure to be a dime made on it. If things get bad enough, I’ll do what I can to get home. I’d appreciate it if you don’t tell Aunt Sammie or Fred anything I’ve told you here, other than I miss them and wonder how they’re doing. Try and make sure none of ‘em read this, either, don’t need them worrying about me. You and I worked together long enough for you to know I can take care of myself.
I’ll try to write again next month, Uncle, and try to send some more money back home, help keep the roof up on the old house- I’ve no idea how Aunt Sammie kept that house together with Fred and I under that roof. For now, it’s not much, but there’s some extra for flowers for mother and father’s stone, and a bottle of a local brew for you three. Oh, and if you guys write back, send me a bottle of whiskey from the brewery. You guys know my favourite. I’ll try sending you guys something more from here next time. I love you three, and my best hopes are with you.
Your nephew, Carter
The young man gave a sigh, finishing his drink, then folds the letter and slides it into an envelope, and puts it with the rest of the package, before sealing the whole thing, and writing down the address. He had just enough cash left to his name to make rent for this week, and send this letter home. He looked out of the window of his apartment, and took another puff of his smoke, looking at the streets below. Nos patrolled by both CCPD and mercenaries, this city surely had his troubles. Maybe he couldn't actually help, but there was certainly coin to be made. And he could try to make things better for some people here, at least. But for now, he needed to get this package sent back home. And start getting some cash flowing again.
Dear Uncle Frank,
I’m sorry I haven’t written home earlier, things have been quite hectic here in Calidor. So, suppose I should tell about the trip, first. The Emerald Isles were great, Uncle, I’m glad I followed your advice and paid them a visit. I saw so much, enjoyed my time in Plenken, and decided to land off in Calidor. Aunt Sammie always said she’d like to see Fred and I out here. Maybe its best only I came here, considering all that’s gone on. Though, I guess I could see if Fred could get me a job at the brewery, if I come back. How’re you all doing, by the way? Your knee treating you good? I’ve missed the three of you terribly, but I haven’t done too badly over here.
I signed up with the CCPD. Always told ya I wanted to be a copper, follow in yours and my father’s footsteps. Made officer, even got chosen to be part of the First Cross. Uncle, there is so much I want to tell you. I’ve done real good here, helped people, even helped bust a gang selling drugs out here. But I should’ve listened to ya more, been more prepared for some of the things I’ve seen.
I saw something that really messed me up, Uncle… I wish I could tell you, but its better I don’t write about it. But I saw something I never thought I’d see… Something I didn’t even know existed. Something I wish I never knew existed. It scared me. I still have nightmares about it. I should’ve stayed and helped fight it. Then maybe I could’ve helped a fellow officer stay sane, and a woman keep her life.
I got put on administrative leave by the Chief, said I needed to get my head right, get some sleep. But, they ended up cutting some of us loose, and me with them. I’ve had enough to keep the rent paid and food in my belly, but things are getting bad here in Calidor. Every other day, it’s like the city’s about to tear itself apart, while some of us just try and get by. I bet you’ve only heard a bit of what’s going on over there in Neeremore, but let me tell you, Uncle, it’s only been getting worse. And I think that’s the way it’s going to keep going, if something doesn’t happen to make a change, and happen soon.
Even if you’ve heard what’s going on here, I don’t want you or Fred coming here to try and help. It’d only end up in Aunt Sammie waiting for two or three of her boys to come home. And I can’t say as to whether or not we ever would. Besides, I think I can still help out around here, and there’s sure to be a dime made on it. If things get bad enough, I’ll do what I can to get home. I’d appreciate it if you don’t tell Aunt Sammie or Fred anything I’ve told you here, other than I miss them and wonder how they’re doing. Try and make sure none of ‘em read this, either, don’t need them worrying about me. You and I worked together long enough for you to know I can take care of myself.
I’ll try to write again next month, Uncle, and try to send some more money back home, help keep the roof up on the old house- I’ve no idea how Aunt Sammie kept that house together with Fred and I under that roof. For now, it’s not much, but there’s some extra for flowers for mother and father’s stone, and a bottle of a local brew for you three. Oh, and if you guys write back, send me a bottle of whiskey from the brewery. You guys know my favourite. I’ll try sending you guys something more from here next time. I love you three, and my best hopes are with you.
Your nephew, Carter
The young man gave a sigh, finishing his drink, then folds the letter and slides it into an envelope, and puts it with the rest of the package, before sealing the whole thing, and writing down the address. He had just enough cash left to his name to make rent for this week, and send this letter home. He looked out of the window of his apartment, and took another puff of his smoke, looking at the streets below. Nos patrolled by both CCPD and mercenaries, this city surely had his troubles. Maybe he couldn't actually help, but there was certainly coin to be made. And he could try to make things better for some people here, at least. But for now, he needed to get this package sent back home. And start getting some cash flowing again.