Spawled out on the hanging bunk in his living room, Agidyne found himself reliving happier times. "It changes nothing, nor does it help make it better, I'm still an orphan and alone in my own partially self created hell." he states, barely above a whisper. Shaking those memories from his mind, he grabbed his mission pad from the prefabbed coffee table and began to scroll through the available missions the Royals had posted for the month. 'Not going to question how the hell I got my rank and Network privileges back. Would be above my pay grade anyway.' he mused.
Minutes ticked by as he picked several off planet missions. Most of the missions Agidyne chose were usually ones that were two Pilot team manhunts and also more dangerous. But that honestly suited him just fine. More things to distract him from his demons and problems for a while. He knew that it wasn't fixing the real reason for it, but he decided during his Candidacy that it was enough for him to function. Sighing inwardly Agidyne also decided to avoid any more fights. Figuring that his luck wouldn't stand another brush with the Inquisition. So focused on the task in front of him, and locking down his thoughts so that he telepathically blended with the background static, he failed to notice the female gracing his door.
