Sun awaits at the Freeport 9 docking bay, not many personally visit her at her station. She dresses in her simple Buddhist fashion, orange robes wrapped around her, a simple Tibetan style scarf and of course her unique tattoo on the back of her skull a reminder of who she is and what she can become. She walks on the docking bay with hand-made wooden sandals. Sun ruminates in her mind, a meeting with Enma Loyola. She has heard stories, but never thought she would meet the woman. She twiddles her hands ever so slightly with concern staying out at the incoming ships. She occasionally brushes down her robes in preparation, wanting to look neat and perfect.
