Amelia's ship, the Electra, was battered and beaten, shield damaged and hull near failure.
"Borealis... Borealis. Are you receiving me? This is Amelia Frye on approach." Amelia broadcast on an open channel. "Apologies for my tardiness, I took a left at Planet Los Angeles and found myself accosted by Rogues in Magellan." Her statements were by no means true. She had stocked up on Liberty Ale before leaving Planet Erie. In her intoxicated state she'd gotten lost and flown to Omega-3 before she sobered up. She almost flew into the star, and had it not been for a cobalt miner cutting off pieces of the comet present, she'd likely be dead.
Leaving the lane, she encircled the planet and found her benefactors were still present. "Borealis, do you have any docking ports available? I'm ready to begin, and for the record. Space is... exhilarating."
