A Dusty Old Rock

[Yaoquizque]

Junko did not like alcohol nor did she like people drinking alcohol. The only thing that woman earned from that benevolent action was a stern look.
She shut her eyes and emitted a heavy sigh. Not a single figure she could trust in the people present. Even Stenn. Who could say what his plans were and when he would disappear once again?

Frankly, she only came to see if Carmen would show up. Even if that woman was a Maltese, she could be trusted to some extent... Well... Actually.. Not really. She better not forget all that woman ever did was serving Malta's interests, after all...
Junko was seeing her as a rival of course, but also had more respect for the woman she would ever have admitted.

Displaying a pout currently following this line of thoughts, Junko wasn't paying much attention to the babbling going around about Forlorn and yadda yadda my knights and my Hope watch and "that owo face" too many people missing and Stenn generally acting like he wasn't the cause of all this mess in the first place.

But hey, what could you do.
She only needed some ninja robots to clean the Nyx and perhaps even fix its engines. Then, who knows what would be on the horizon? She considered for a moment talking about that job given to her by that Hogosha Oyabun. But hell. That was only thirty millions credits worth.

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