Chasing old demons never turned out well

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Hermann Jensen was frustrated.
The day-to-day life aboard a space station wasn't exactly the most captivating experience for an actor. Sure, there was the occasional opportunity to participate in a play - after all the Bundschuh didn't ignore the arts like a lot of the barbarians at home did, but the last time he had been able to use that expertise of his was about a year back. The day he had almost succeeded.
This 'almost' was also why he was so frustrated. Even if he'd not been able to use his expertise much, he had still been managing. Especially since it had looked like he'd succeeded in his goal... Only to find out a few days back that in fact he had not. About a year he'd spent on this godforsaken rock, he'd thrown his life away, but yet again, she had manged to slip through his fingers. And by now, he had just about had it. By now, he was on his third can of beer. Or was it the fifth? Didn't matter, did it?
And then the chirping noise of the door alarm caught his ear. Wasn't often that somebody came down here, especially not since the Adler had begun to meet on this floor again two days ago.
"I swear to god, if this is gonna be another recruiter I'm gonna lose it...", he mumbled to himself, walking over to the door. Stumbling more than actually walking, he felt a sharp pain in his right foot and almost managed to fall, landing his hand on the door opener. An angry look to the offending bottle that was just rolling innocently under his cupboard now, and then one up, to muster whoever dared to disturb him in his self-pity. Frak, his faced itched all of a sudden. Why did she have to be so goddamn pretty.
"Think you've got the wrong address, girl. Nobody important down here."