“I could skip the bitter memories part?” Her expressions change rapidly, a psycho grin can be seen on her face. “That leaves me nothing to talk about” She stops for a few minutes, thinking about what to say. “Either way, I’ll have to summarize it somehow.” She orders another drink meanwhile, but this time, a considerably large amount of liquid is poured into her glass, it’s probably sake from the smell of it. It didn’t take her too much time to empty the glass; the content was strong enough to make her frown.
“Okay…. where to start… Let’s see. I was about 6 years old, me and my mother were about to meet my father in the Kepler system. Father arrived an hour later, after my mother’s ship was moored to Ames. Then, the “happy family” got onto the ship. It was the Crimson Cherry, a dragon gunboat. Since my mother was a Blood Dragon, it’s quite understandable. From Ames, we headed to somewhere… I can’t recall where… I was told that we’ll be going on a vacation.” Her voice was rather cold, just as if the story she was about to tell was one of her worst memory. “And then…. They arrived. The so called “peace keeping” forces. A few shots were enough to disable the Cherry, and then, some men in uniforms boarded the ship. The next thing I remember….. was the blood. All over the interior of the Cherry, even on my face….. And my parents were no more."
“A few years later, after I have gained back my mental stability, or well something like that, I had stolen a fighter, and flew to liberty. I’ve shot, killed anything that had the identifications of a liberty navy vessel….” Her expressions saddened yet again, but after a few minutes, she snapped out of that mood. One could say, that she has tow personalities. A psycho, cold blooded killer, and one, which resembles the cute girl she should be. “Not exactly a story to make you relax…. But I have changed slightly, so no worries. I don’t kill anything that moves. I’ll try to get to know the person at a minimal rate, and then decide if it’s worth for him/her to live.” She laughs gently. “That means, if I meet anybody in person, that somebody has nothing to afraid of. I won’t do anything to him/her.” She laughs gently. “ I tend to exaggerate a bit, in order to make one frightened, sorry for that.”
“After all this, I’d rather unarm myself. I have a feeling that you wouldn’t trust me. You’d thik of yourself as the next victim.” She smiles at him, and unbuttons her blouse to be able to pull out a pistol, which looks similar to the flintlock pistols, known to be used on Sol, a millennium ago. She places the gun on the table. “ Also, don’t expect me not to notice where your eyes have just wandered…. Male reflex isn’t it?” She giggles, she doesn’t seem to be embarrassed, not even a tiny little bit.
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