[color=#FFFFFF]The shuttle landed on the roof of the medical centre and Samantha rolled out on her wheel chair. She declined any help from the medical personal, and even though she made a remarkable recovery she was still quite weak from the treatments and still missing a leg. Later that day Sam settled in her new room and got to look out of the window something she couldn't do before as she was pretty much tied to the bed or unconscious. The sprawling city looked like it was alive, beyond the massive garden in front of the medical centre the skyscrapers raised above as ships, speeders and suborbital transports flew past them glittering in the distance.
Every second Samantha had between the compulsory medical checks she spend trying to build up her strength again, or doing administrative work for her squadron and Kirkwall. She also liked to go out in the garden and reflect on herself. Nobody bothered her mainly due to the mask she wore supplying vital Maltese atmosphere, but she like it that way. The only thing she really hated was somebody seeing her weak. And old fear strengthened by a thousands complexes and quite masterfully hidden behind the "iron lady look". Sam hated being weak with every fibre of her being. She was weak she left her sister and family to rot, she was weak she sold her body so she can buy food, she was week she feel in love, she was weak her husband got shot...So she promised to herself that nobody no-one will ever see her weak and where did that lead her. A disliked loner who will sold her own mother to get what she wanted, use people like they are just inanimate object and less friends than a homeless person in the slums of Manhattan. She was weak again almost two months ago and she nearly lost her life.
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