The Telus Chronicles

Why does no one ever follow the *fucking* plan?

An introspection by Aine

Well. This has gone down the fucking tubes again. My situation has been roughly the same level of shit as a sewer after a bad pie, but, really? Let’s recapitulate. I graduate near the top of my class from the academy but no one wants to hire me because I’m an elf. I don’t have anywhere or anyone to go to, so I join the Goston Division. At least there was supposed to be food to eat and work to do. Since day 1, it was a shit show. Then, the Smith had to choose us for some “special mission” – it wasn’t particularly inconvenient, so I suppose it was fine. At least I had something to do. Then it turns out that the brothers aren’t brothers and the mute one isn’t mute. Ok, fine. At least we’re all on the same page.

After much turmoil, we finally get to civilization where we can get allies and information. Barnaby keeps running off and trying to steal shit – like that won’t draw undue attention at all. Let’s draw attention to ourselves while we have no idea what the situation is… So, then, Altreyssa gets arrested. It’s inconvenient, but it’s a minor charge. With a little finagling, we can get it explained away, she’ll be out, we’ll be on our way… But no, our one potential ally is insulted and threatened by Morgan who then threatens Alberil, who is putting the laws of a completely unknown society above our mission or party, into promising to practically commit suicide when we could just use our contact… But we avoid further confrontation and we have a plan.

Then, we wake up to find that Morgan has gone to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do. For all I know, it was hunting down our potential ally and murdering her… We find Altreyssa and she doesn’t say a damn thing but she does have papers for her and her brother, but no one else. We finally find Morgan and he’s got fake papers for him and his sister, but no one else.

So far, it’s more dangerous to be with these people than without. So far, I’ve got nothing to lose. They clearly care more about whatever the shit went on in their own little worlds hundreds of years in the future than they do about the Smith’s quest and they definitely don’t give a shit about the rest of us. I am pretty sure that I can’t trust them to put my life above saving themselves from a bad hair day. If I wasn’t the only one who can move the fucking rock to get in this tomb of evil, I wouldn’t have entered in the first place – I can’t trust them not to leave me to die.

I really don’t know why I stay… I wonder how hard baking is? At least it’s tasty. And it’s not like some random shaman can takeover. I think I’ll pickup a cookbook. Then, at least in a pinch, I’ll have some way to earn a living here. I think I’ll grab a book while I’m here. At least I’ll have something to read when they forget me somewhere… Maybe I should find a job…

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