--Two chance meetings--

[Silver]

Silver typed the dock codes and sent it on a wide field broadcast.
A beep signaled that she was accepted.
Not even after five seconds, a massive ship uncloaked and appeared on screens and opened its bay docks.

Her Lynx, the sole remainder of her immense collection of ships, slightly rusted, but still true to its mission, docked on the ship and a couple of bay workers hurriedly started to do its bidding.

With a small jump, her feet touched the ground, and she felt slightly at home again.
Her hair, now in a golden color, longer, was the testament of the year-long retirement in New Paris.

Her name was called. And in french, as it suited the owner of the voice.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop