Boredom breeds insanity.

[Operator]

It's the third time when the shot sounds are heard in her cabin. Some of the Umbra's crew were thinking that it was wrong, the others considered it per usual. However, Jeff thought that the adamantium wall in her cabin could break sometime if she keep shooting in it with the Gauss Handgun. He took his handband once again and contacted her:

- Could you please stop making holes in your ship? We had to purchase the entire adamantium wall just because of your boredome!

A bored moan followed as an answer, yet again, he received nothing but the shot sound, which almost reached the ship's hull. A hollow echo got everybody's attention, but everything that Jeff heard was a small chuckle from the speaker. Getting tired by her attitude, he groaned and left the bridge, heading towards Tricia's room.

He got her in very unapropriate situation. She was lying in her bed without a coat, pointing her M-5 at the adamantium wall left to her bed. The wall was covered with the hologram print of Nomads', Outcasts', The Order's, Corsairs' and Zoners' ships. Every single ship, from Ingenuus to Eidolon had a hole in it, but the biggest one was in the image of the Marduk. Once she saw Jeff entering her room, she pointed her handgun at him. Momentarily realising whatever she wants, he stepped at the wall and left the blue laser pointer at the top of the hologram - where the Eidolon Wraith was. Jeff made one step to the left before she pulled the trigger. Super accelerated bullet almost got stuck in the wall, leaving the solid dent in the hit place. This time, Trix was targeting the holographic engine section of the Wraith. After such a loud shotsound, Jeff had to wigle a finger in his right ear.

- How can you shoot this thing without the headgear and don't be deaf?

She sighed, pointing the handgun at the panorame window ontop of her bed.

- Just lucky, I guess.

He sat at the table, looking at the fish tank and sometimes swtiching his sight to Trix, while she was turning her M-5 in her left hand.

- Anyway... Why did I came here? Can you stop doing this? You know that this thing is serious and some day you could pierce a hole in Umbra's hull.

- Mmm... Nope.

- Why?

- Because I'm bored, Krennic! No Corsairs around, no Nomads to harvest, no annoying Toasters to roast, no Auxesians to have fun with, no Zoners to yell at! Absolutely nothing! The only damage that Umbra would receive in upcoming days would luckly be some by a kinetic handgun of it's own captain... Who's still just the Core Knight! Jesus, I can't even promote myself to the title of the Paladin to merge the Umbra into the Primary Fleet. Alas, it wouldn't change much...

She shot once again, almost penetrating the wall this time, leaving the massive dent in it's central location.

- You know, with time. you get used to it.

- Exactly.

Realising that there is no effort in this dialogue, he sighed and stood up.

- Already leaving?

- Well, if I was you, I could be flying more often, rather than lying in a bed, shooting into the adamantium wall and moaning to my XO.

He saluted and headed towards the bridge, leaving Trix alone. She made a sad and lonely grimace, pointing her handgun at the wall once again. But for a moment, she reconsidered shooting at it. She thought how would she look from the side. A moody baby who flies the battlecruiser. Well, maybe it was a part of her weirdness. Or her boredom. Because sometimes, boredom breeds insanity...