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The word of your looking for a wife spread like wildfire, you blame your drinking buddies, oh, you now have alcohol as the fermentation processes finally came through and now you’ve got plenty of wine and beer, still no proper distillation or time for stronger stuff.
One day, after engaging in some recreational drinking, you found yourself stepping out of your hab’s airlock to only find a horde of women waiting for you. You of course, politely declined the advances that would have seen you overwhelmed, but mainly tried to defuse the situation of a potential fight breaking out.
However, about a week later, through events best left unsaid and actions taken by your brand-new wife also best left unsaid, well, you found yourself a wife. A strong woman named Celyn Chanda, or you suppose Celyn Smith now. She was a sergeant in imperial intelligence corps, she found out your most favourite meals and specially worked on MRE packed meat to make it fully palatable, you have no idea how she managed to do it. Though you did note that most of the women you had conversed with throughout the week soon enough stepped back and tended to excuse themselves a bit before Celyn approached you.
You had a small, but lovely ceremony, more like means of establishing a connection rather than anything truly religious, she insisted on it.
On the other hand, with nearly two years since your arrival, two unfortunate things had happened:
First of all, the massive farmlands that you have had resulted in some unfortunate circumstances. Seeing an opportunity for it, a few “entrepreneuring” colonists of yours had managed to squirrel away a few choice seeds. And those seed had borne fruit, said fruit in this case being narcotics. Unfortunately for them, a former sergeant had found it, and the planters of the drugs. The three men and one woman responsible for it are currently in a holding cell awaiting judgement. Naturally, the word of this had spread throughout the colony and the colonists are leaning towards having the perpetrators executed. Many of them who had gotten out of service had either fallen themselves into the habit or had some former comrades ruined by it. As such, there’s a fear that before proper judgement can be passed, the criminals might be killed by an angry mob.
