Serving for Two

[Ramke]

Planet Exeter
Crimean Privateer Base

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Ambre was lying in bed in her quarters after a very long and strenuous flight. It was a long time since she flew in a cockpit, and it was the first time in a Sirian ship. She was still shivering, albeit ever so slightly, remembering how tense the last encounter was. She was always moments from death during the fight, and her memories and flashbacks about the enemy didn't help keep calm at all. At least it was over.

The quarters she was in were actually quite spacious. So spacious, in fact, that she didn't know what to do with the empty space. Everything she owned was gone, and this is where her "new life" began. Maybe it would build up over time, but now the sterile look of the rooms gave the impression that it wasn't lived-in at all. Whether she would like to stay and build up from here was another question altogether.

Her train of memories was interrupted by the smell of food being cooked. That's right - that man offered her a meal and said he lived next door, so that was probably him. She slowly climbed up from her bed, taking a few seconds to re-orient and get herself back in the right mindset. She came up to the mirror built into the dresser in her room, fixing up her look. Her blonde hair has grown out a bit ever since she was taken from Bretonian captivity, and she didn't do much about it. It was strange having hair reaching down to her shoulders, it wasn't something that was allowed neither in the Navy, nor her PoW camps.

Letting out a sigh, she perked herself up and stepped out of her quarters into the hallway. Following the smell, she came up to the room next door and gently knocked on it.

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