Aracturus had been stuck stationside for days, but he didn't mind. His evenings were spent in a holo-channel with the one person who made him feel whole, and his days were spent daydreaming of that person.
This shocked and surprised him - he had never been one for daydreaming, nor had he ever been particularly romantic. But here he was, daydreaming. The fact that he'd missed out on the biggest set of supercapital kills in recent memory didn't even bother him.
In his mind he occaisionally mulled over more serious matters - his bees were in trouble. After his conversation with scherezad, he was confident the braindamaged drone scientist could find a solution.
In the end, he only really cared if they tried to attack a particular sebiestor woman...
He stared out the window at the ships flying by... and his thoughts returned to Taff.
"Well, now you're in over your head." he murmured to himself.
He'd never been so happy to be in over his head.
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