Sable's Experiences

[Toaster]

July 21, 827 A.S.

Sic semper tyrannis. Olivia mouthed the words quietly, trying to figure out where she had heard them before. Her mind was foggy from pain and fatigue, the blood loss from her shoulder not offering much in terms of assistance. Going through her memories felt like wading through a waist-high swamp. A few seconds later, however, she made the connection.

"Damian?" She addressed the pale-haired man standing across from her, surprise plain on her face. "Cobra?"

Realizing who her rescuer was, she straightened up, letting her left hand slowly wander from her right shoulder to the handgun still holstered at her thigh. She had met him before, in space. The last time, they had managed to even share something that resembled civil discourse. However, despite his polite, even welcoming disposition at the time, much of what he had said had rung alarm bells in Olivia's mind. She couldn't find it in her to trust him then and she certainly couldn't do it now, having watched him murder two complete strangers without hesitation or a hint of remorse. He may have saved her life from them, but she wasn't sure she was much safer with him, either.

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Olivia Sable