Boredom breeds insanity.

[Operator]

She entered her room, holding her coat over her right shoulder. Her face was showing an obvious dissapointment in ongoing events. Even if she was acting like a polite woman she is on public, in her cabin everything was changing momentirely. She threw her coat on a bed and snapped thrice. The hologram on adamantium wall was different for this time. It was just an Osiris and a Geb in Omicron Mu, right behind the Taba Spaceport. She made three steps forward, not looking at the holograme at all, just stroking her M-5 which was folded to her leg. She was feeling the metal, the trigger, the clips. Just an another step... She turned around swiftly. Like a snake. She took out the handgun, pointed it at the wall and made three sharp shots. First one got into the engine section of the Osiris, the other one - into the middle of the Ged and the third one - right into the reactor chamber of Taba. She was obviously angered. A typical woman she is. Emotions were taking over her. She was pointing at the wall for several minutes, full of hate and anger, until she heard the steps. But she didn't gave a damn. She hated them. Whoever was approaching her room - they better to not, because she was in a bad mood. She shot again. The steps became faster. Was it her imagination? Maybe she wanted an attention, like a regular woman. Or not. She shot once again. The steps became more faster.

- I'm in a bad mood!

She yelled inno the opened door, but the steps became even more faster, almost switching to the sprint, until the person reached her room. It was Jeff.

- I noticed.

- Took you a while.

- The last party of Nomads managed to break the elevator. Will take some time for Hesse to deal with it.

Like she was expecting somebody else to visit her. Was she expecting Andrew? Or Spike? Of course it was only Jeff to look at her, from time she became his headache.

- What now? Are you bored again?

Once he looked at her closer, he decided to take his words back.

- Well, it seems, you rather not.

Without any words, Trix just walked towards a bed and dramaticaly fell on it, still pointing M-5 at the Adamantium Wall.

- Just to get this calculated, Jeff... From the one side, we have Zoners... Nobody knows which garbage is going on in their heads. Every Zoner is acting on behalf of himself. From the other side, we have the Order... Those iditos, who're just a rising problem for the humanity, if not the rosen. On the third side, we have Corsairs... No comments here... On the fourth side, we have Outcasts... They're just fanatics... On the fifth side, we have Auxesia, the second legion of fanatics... On the sixth side, we have Nomads, the most valuable resource the humanity might had ever encountered. Almost none of them managed to cross our path in recent days. Except for those two.

She shot twice at the holograms of the Osiris and the Geb.

- What did I do? I came in and wanted to do something. To make this ship around us to not go to waste. And what did they do? They simply moored with the spaceport!

She repeated the same proccess once again with Taba hologram, until her M-5 overheated. Hearing the noisy sound, she sighed, leaving the steaming handung be, until it gets back into a proper state.

- We need to do something. If something doesn't exists, we must create it.

Jeff was still standing in the doors, looking at Trix with confusion.

- Hey, you're already doing what you can do best. All I could suggest is just to... Wait a bit... I feel like great times are coming, Trix. Just wait a bit.