Confessions of a Plexie

Posted on Tue Dec 3rd, 2019 @ 5:24am by Skyplex Administration Scarlett Wilson

I feel old. Had to go into the Emerald Starcade for a while today. Surrounded by kids, young plexies that are doing the same Gosa I used to pull. But I'm not one of them any more. A bunch were shouting Traitor at me while I walked the aisles. At least thats what the polite ones called me. I'm the sell out in their minds, but they dont get it.

Seven years ago it was me. Green hoodie wearing kid looking for the latest adventure, playing ditch security, flirting with freighter crews and doing anything I could to get some cash, alcohol or smokes. My father would have murdered me if he knew even half the stuff I pulled. Luckily, no one had the guts to explain to my dad what a delinquent his only daughter was. I was holding down two jobs through High school, that probably added to my need to act out. Not like any of the other kids were any better. Dixie and I spent endless hours crawling the access conduits and maintenance tunnels. Nobody knows the station better than a Plexie. It was our playground. Our neighborhood. Oksanna for all her focus on school and stuff, still found herself with me drunk and naked on top of the central stacks at Land of Storage. Yeah not letting her forget that ever. Ha Yoon was even worse, and she never wants anyone to forget it. Oksanna, Ha Yoon, Mikey, Dixie, Jake and me, through all our hijinks, scams and misadventures, one thing was true, we were family.

At least we used to be. I still get drinks with Oksanna a couple times a week. Ha Yoon is off partying and playing all over the Verse. She's the only one of us to get out of here without working a freighter or joining the military. I envy her. She's the only person I know thats been to the Core planets. But growing up and responsibilities catch up with you. Today its about reports, maintenance troubles, labor disputes and keeping big crime out.

The Plex has been here a long time, and when you are born and raised there, it gets pretty boring. Messing around is the only way we stayed sane. Plexies forever. At least that stayed true. There are more Plexies now than ever, and even those of us that grow up still remember our roots. Kids act up, stuff gets broken, but thats life. Guess thats why I dont worry about the little crimes. Not sure I can ever convince our Alliance overseers of that, but whatever happens the plex is what we have in common, its our home. It's my home.