Proditio

[Char Aznable]

Deck 9, Freeport 1, Omega-3 System, Border Worlds
02/04/824 AS, 0322 Station time

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It was a quiet day on the Freeport. Or, at least, as quiet as it could be on a station harboring the biggest assembly of scum and villainy on this side of the Walker Nebula. People passed her on the left, often colliding with her shoulders painfully, but she didn’t mind. Pain had long left her perception. Or was it the drugs she’d put in her system to mask them?
She really didn’t care. All that mattered was the door ahead, Quarter 455. Something was hindering her ability to read the name noted under the number, but she remembered that the station guard had told her that she’d be on the right address here.
Had been really easy, actually. The only thing she had to do was lift the fabric of her shirt a little - not even to seduce him or anything, but just to show the amount of bandages. He almost immediately wanted to call for the nursing unit, but she had assured him that she’d be making it to the doctor’s office on her own.
The moment she stood in front of the door, she was presented with another challenge. Opening it was impossible, and pressing the doorbell proved to be a much harder endeavour than initially expected, as her remaining hand was occupied holding a bag of what was left of her belongings. But she didn’t bow down easily. Defiantly, she pushed the despair welling up in her aside, and kicked the door. Not hard, but enough to make a muffled ‘thud’-sound. Another time, and a third time, then she had exhausted her reserves and sank against the door, using it as a crutch to not topple over.
And then the door opened, and, robbed of her help, she did topple over, and landed on the hard station floor. For a few moments she tried to fight the rising unconsciousness - but only for a few moments. She willingly closed her eyes and decided it was time to sleep now. If the door had been the right one, she might survive. But if not… Well, this place was as good a place as any to breathe a final bit of recycled, stale station air. And then, everything went black.

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