When I was a young boy, I wanted to become a knight.
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Didn't everybody? Or, failing that, at least a bishop.
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Not that that was entirely undoable. We are technically nobility... err... well, my ancestor was a simple worker... some time, somewhere, you know. The [snip]an Dream, you know. All hard, hard work and [snip]an ingenuity.
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We generally laugh at the nobility business at our yearly reunions at the family plantation which we've owned for... never mind, where was I?
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Dad would hear nothing about me joining the army, that is, a good military record makes a man known and appreciated in the right circles and helps in elections (such as that guy who captained a ship and was a POW for many years later or the other one who led a patrol boat on the river and got a medal for dispatching some native archers), but army is not a good future for the eldest son and certainly not with the grunts. A second son, yes, it is useful to have one be a general (and knight, when the Emperor owes us). Or bishop, which is equally as good. But not the first son. It is law school for you, he always said to me.
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And so I went to law school, crammed for the exams:
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...slept through most of the boring stuff and most of the stuff was boring, I assure you, worked the cantina like most of them, I mean us, commoners (makes you look humble, industrious and all that jazz):
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...fell in love (she preferred we stayed friends):
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...fell in love again (this one swapped me in for the captain of the athletics team):
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...attended some cool parties:
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...(but didn't inhale), and overall had a jolly good time:
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...(damn, that sounded too British, I gotta watch my accent when the elections come).
Then I graduated the... err... well, I graduated from my class, signed up with the Grand Old Party:
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...did my time as a justice of peace:
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...spent some time serving on diplomatic outposts in the proud service of our great nation:
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...most of which involved the Company in one way or the other:
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...did some cool assignments:
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...met some interesting people:
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...traveled[1] to some interesting places:
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... and when my father died, I inherited his boardroom:
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Ooops, I mean:
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Didn't everybody? Or, failing that, at least a bishop.
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Not that that was entirely undoable. We are technically nobility... err... well, my ancestor was a simple worker... some time, somewhere, you know. The [snip]an Dream, you know. All hard, hard work and [snip]an ingenuity.
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We generally laugh at the nobility business at our yearly reunions at the family plantation which we've owned for... never mind, where was I?
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Dad would hear nothing about me joining the army, that is, a good military record makes a man known and appreciated in the right circles and helps in elections (such as that guy who captained a ship and was a POW for many years later or the other one who led a patrol boat on the river and got a medal for dispatching some native archers), but army is not a good future for the eldest son and certainly not with the grunts. A second son, yes, it is useful to have one be a general (and knight, when the Emperor owes us). Or bishop, which is equally as good. But not the first son. It is law school for you, he always said to me.
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And so I went to law school, crammed for the exams:
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...slept through most of the boring stuff and most of the stuff was boring, I assure you, worked the cantina like most of them, I mean us, commoners (makes you look humble, industrious and all that jazz):
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...fell in love (she preferred we stayed friends):
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...fell in love again (this one swapped me in for the captain of the athletics team):
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...attended some cool parties:
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...(but didn't inhale), and overall had a jolly good time:
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...(damn, that sounded too British, I gotta watch my accent when the elections come).
Then I graduated the... err... well, I graduated from my class, signed up with the Grand Old Party:
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...did my time as a justice of peace:
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...spent some time serving on diplomatic outposts in the proud service of our great nation:
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...most of which involved the Company in one way or the other:
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...did some cool assignments:
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...met some interesting people:
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...traveled[1] to some interesting places:
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... and when my father died, I inherited his boardroom:
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Ooops, I mean:
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