Blind Date

[Chev]

Old "Dromedary" makes final steps for the landing in the docks of Freeport 1. As the ship slowly enters the hangar and gates closes it leaving noiseless space behind, Nebraska takes a deep sigh. Nebraska glances to the mirror for a moment, which was enough to understand that she's not ready for upcoming date. Date. Date. Date. What a weird word, she thinks to herself. Calm down, you're nervous, she keeps repeating deep in her head.

As the ship finally touches the ground and the loud engine hum (together with some sounds engine is not supposed to make) disappears in noise of crowded docks, Nebraska jumps from her chair and runs into her "room". She searched her clothings and realized that she has nothing "special" to wear. As always. Mostly, she wouldn't mind about her dress code before any date, but she felt that this one is somehow special. At least that's what her comms showed. Lt. Commander. James. Arland. Bretonian. Armed. Forces. Fifth. Fleet. These were the words she kept repeating silently to herself. I wonder, does he introduce himself with all these words: "Hello, I am Lt. Commander James Arland, Bretonian Armed Forces, Fifth Fleet", or he puts this sentence every time he tells something about him, like: "I, Lt. Commander James Arland, Bretonian Armed Forces, Fifth Fleet, yesterday saved a cat". That's stupid, and you're stupid, take yourself, Nebraska! Right now, her head and minds is a total mess. After ten minutes of searching through the pile of clothes she found something that is clean enough to wear in public. Or a date.

"Dromedary's" doors closes leaving Nebraska alone in crowded docks. I am going into the goddamn battle. I am stupid. She starts taking timid steps forwards, probably having no idea where she is supposed to go. And who she is supposed to meet. Now she started to think about the clothes she put on herself even more. Black tank t-shirts. Some ragged jeans (probably she kept telling herself that these are "supposed to look like that"). Sneakers. That's all "special" she had on herself.

Looking around she was slowly walking towards hangar exit. It was obvious, that this girl, named Nebraska Jones, or a Smuggler Jones, is looking for something. Or someone. And it was obvious, that she's nervous as well. It's not some backbone scum she's used to date after all.

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