Voyage I: Lentini

[Ramke]

Claire sat down on one of the sofas near the central table, sore all over from the uncomfortable flight. She was like a black sheep on the station, turning heads everywhere as soon as they disembarked. Now inside what she once considered to be an enemy station, she caught more than a few hate-filled stares recognising her highly decorated royalist uniform. It would have been a pleasure for most to kill her, if not worse.

She managed to calm down, and clean herself up since the time they've launched on the ship. She was clearly tired - both from the lack of sleep and the uncomfortable flight to Lentini, but her emotional state was no longer as too evident. At least now she had a chance to rest, away from prying eyes.

The unknown voice from the background startled her a little bit, turning her head towards the man who spoke up. His full combat gear wasn't very encouraging, so she hoped it wasn't something that was intended to be used soon. Having not expected any new faces, she looked at Enma, hoping she would respond to the man and explain what was going on.

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