Sable's Experiences

[Toaster]

July 21, 827 A.S.

Olivia stared up at the man who had suddenly appeared in the door frame. Through the haze of exhaustion and pain, she could barely make out the features of his face, yet he looked oddly familiar. Had she met him before? She glanced over her shoulder at where her two pursuers had stood a moment ago. Now, their bodies lay crumpled on the deck, blood oozing from smoking bullet holes in their chests. The lean, old man coughed one last time before lying completely still. Around them, the inhabitants of the module had scattered in a panic, fleeing from the shootout.

The two men after her may have been dead, but she wasn't out of danger yet. Her ears rang from the gunshots fired right over her head and the incessant blaring of the klaxons. She glanced back at her apparent savior. She wasn't sure who he was, but judging by her current situation, sticking with him was her best chance of getting off the station alive. Still clutching the bullet wound in her right shoulder, she got up on her feet and shakily strode past him into the quarters. Completely winded and in immense pain, she leaned against a wall to catch her breath, asking between gasps,

"Who the hell are you?"

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Olivia Sable