"Cats. Cats are nice."

I was one of those kids in school. Good at this, good at that, dabble dabble. Did really well with math, science, engineering, all that kind of thing; people, not so much. But I never figured out what I wanted, really wanted, to do. Besides, ya know, get away from the parents; freeeedom, yeaaah. Great goal, not much of a plan.

That's funny, lookin' back now, that I decided the Republic Military School was the way to go. Seemed like a good idea at the time, and then I won the capsuleer lotto. One of the lucky ones that passed all the tests to get in, and one of the lucky ones that didn't fail any of 'em and got out alive. It was like trading in for a new set of parents, almost a new tribe, except the RMS didn't yell for no reason.

Win/win, really. I got some freedom and direction in my life. So shout out to the Republic and the RMS. It's never dull, and it sure beats stressin' out over a Vherokior backwater warehouse. No worrying about gettin' old as just another crazy cat lady, cuz I'm an immortal crazy cat lady IN SPACE!