[Audio]

[nevertrulyalone]

[A voice comes on over the feed. It's been a while since Artanis addressed the community as a whole, but certainly not the first time his voice has been broadcast using this device. As before, it has a very noticeable echo to it, much like the popular depiction of telepathy. Psychics may even notice that it is telepathically based.]

I greet you once again, fellow inhabitants. Once again, I find myself seeking out advice from those who have more experience with matters in this place.

Ever since I arrived, I have been searching for a job that fits my capabilities, yet...nothing has come up. I'm afraid I am ill-suited to many of the tasks that are posted for employment.

[He's also going out of his way to avoid customer service jobs. There's no way a seven-foot tall, grey-skinned, telepathic alien without a nose or even mouth would work at making a good first impression.]

So, I must ask, are there any other sources I can seek out for employment? Ideally, a position that makes use of the skills I've gleaned would be best, if one is available. My experiences lie in the fields of politics, strategy and tactics, hand-to-hand combat, and technology -- even the level of technology in Nova City is old-fashioned compared to the society I hail from. I understand that these traits may not be necessarily in demand in a place such as Genessia, but it cannot hurt to get confirmation.

That is all. I thank you for your time.

Comments

[Audio]

[spacedragonmonk]

Well, why don't ya open up a sub-archway? Ya should be able ta open one up to the place. But yeah, if ya ain't a maker, then there's a thing, yeah.

Porr's suggestion's probs the best too, yeah, but its either get a job with a local company or make one yerself, yannow?

[Audio]

[nevertrulyalone]

It is my understanding that I would have to sacrifice something valuable in order to do so. Everything I came here with is too useful to me to part with.

I have considered establishing my own business. The only concern is for what it would be.

[Video]

[spacedragonmonk]

S'fair enough. [She raises her hands placactingly] I ain't got much ta me either ta sacrifice. 'Specially my memories. They're....they're important yannow?

Well, in the short term, ya could prolly try ta get somma that bounty money, from the papers, yeah?

[Video]

[nevertrulyalone]

Yes. That would probably be the best interim solution. Particularly those that require subduing a target or some other form of physical activity -- more than anything, I have utmost faith in my abilities as a warrior.

[Artanis had been raised in the Templar caste. It's literally what he was born to do.]

And I, too, carry important memories. Too important to ever forget.

[Artanis would rather die than lose his memories of Aiur before its fall, of Tassadar, of Fenix, of Zeratul, of Raynor, of everything the Protoss had been through in the three wars they've fought in his lifetime...far too much for him to give up, especially as his people's leader.]

[Video]

[spacedragonmonk]

S'fair few of those type-a bounties 'n then there's the problems the cities got. Usually good jink for cleanin' them up.

[Her face turns somber even as her pupils become slits and her eyes glow with repressed rage that leaks into her voice, cracking it]

Yeah. They make up who ya are.

[She'll never forget. The worshippers of Tiamat breaking her father and the first time she took a life at the tender age of 5. The years on the streets of Sigil, always on the run from something or someone. Her Sifu catching her, taking her in, giving her the capacity to protect herself, to fight back. Liberating the dragonblooded indoctrination facility on Gamma Phi Station. Her bloodless clan's forming. The gods of the Warp could not rip those memories from her]

[Audio]

[nevertrulyalone]

Not only that. There are other moments, other things, other people you may never see again. In some cases, our memories are all that remains of what we loved.