(references: Lord Gratham’s droids/Imperial Agent Act 2 spoilers)
He’d expected to find bodies, and bodies he found—one, at least, just a kid, sprawled out on what looked like an operating table. Matt’hew didn’t look closely; the view he caught out of the corner of his eye was more than enough.
He hadn’t expected the droid.
“Please, please, you have to help me,” it begged, mechanical voice flanging out in a sob. Metal fingers scraped against its cranium as it clutched its head and writhed.
I decided yesterday that I am moving in two weeks. This will be the fifth time I’ve moved in nine months, depending on how you define moving.
The plus side of this is that I can now fit everything I really, truly care about (except girlfriend and Myrrh) into two suitcases and a backpack, which is kind of cool.
Except this time I’m not actually technically staying with my parents. This time I’m visiting my parents for a week and then I’m going to be a hobo and sleep on peoples couches and frantically try to raise money to get an apartment, and then a job.
If it doesn’t pan out by this summer, I’ll be catching a plane to Washington maybe, and give living there another shot.