Whelp. Here I am. Again.
Never thought I was doing anything too dangerous, so I didn't bother to get a clone and fell back to the default clone template that everyone gets.
What looked like a simple package delivery to Nouveau Limoges turned into a nightmare. My visa had expired and I was auto-deported. The package started changing shape and then ... I woke up here. I have no idea what happened, but I remember the name of the contact who got me that job. We're going to have words, but first I have to get myself back into shape.
And get myself the hell out of the Red Zones of Tau Station. I hear København has good work if you've a bit of experience; and they have ships. I'm gonna need a ship.
Then it's payback time.