Imago

[Foxglove]

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Thanks for the quick reply. I am currently staying a night on Barrier Gate, so if you've got no problem with that, we could see to planning this here. It's not a, well, impressive place I'm staying at right now, but it's serviceable. Your folks have that one modular installation over Yuma, right? I dimly remember Elena saying something along those lines. Gotta say I'm impressed. I never actually saw too many Gallic ships and the few that I did see were rather nice to look at.

In any case, I'll be attaching directions you can follow on Barrier Gate C to find me. And, uhm, thank you for caring. It means a lot to me.

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She put down the PDA after having sent the message and sighed, putting it on the nighstand and falling back onto the mattress of the small rental space she had procured for the small stay on Barrier Gate. It was hardly anything remarkable. Most of the things on this station weren't. A bed with dull white sheets, a closet, a desk with a chair that didn't match and a small door leading into a room with a shower stall, toilet and basin just about encompassed the entirety of the interior. Dismal, yet sufficient. It wasn't for long, anyways. A few months ago, Maren might have wondered whether the people maintaining this place even cared to clean up or whether the mattress was soaked with the naturals of everyone who had used it, sexually or otherwise. All in all, the place seemed pretty clean, however, which had been a nice surprise.

Rolling over, she took a look at the desk, where she had haphazardly dumped a bag of clothes she had brought for the trip. In actuality, she had planned to be meeting Stenn, as she had anticipated that they would need to talk first, at least to negotiate the terms of their agreement.

Ezrael.

It had been so long since he disappeared that Maren had lost track of time. She had told herself so often that she believed him to be dead, but her conscience wouldn't let her rest until she had truly done everything in her power to verify. After all, she did love him.

Jessica.

Maren wasn't quite sure what to feel for the girl. If he was dead, then there would be no problem being with her, right? It wasn't like Maren could get children, being that she was Cardamine dependent. So why only look for dudes? There was just something... lacking, she felt. Idly, she checked whether she had sent Stenn her location so he could find her and lied down again, slowly starting to fall asleep. She had been quite exhausted lately.

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