Sable's Experiences

[Toaster]

July 21, 827 A.S.

Olivia nodded, still smiling. Finally, she had seen something amounting to genuine emotion on the odd man's face. Maybe there really was a decent man behind those strange blue eyes, after all, she thought to herself. With that, she slowly ascended the ladder into her ship's cockpit, her arms and legs trembling slightly from the effort. She fell into her chair, panting. As she flicked a number of switches to engage power and prepare the vessel for takeoff, she leaned out of the still open cabin and looked down at her companion.

"Whatever your reasons," she called down over the noise of the Sutinga's engines spinning up, "thanks. A lot." She raised her left hand to her forehead in a cheeky salute. "See you around."

With another flick of a switch, the canopy slid forward, covering the cockpit.




The Sutinga shot out of the airlock, Olivia wanting to get as much distance between her and the station as quickly as possible. In the back of her head, she almost expected a wing of patrol ships to fall in behind her and demand her surrender for her involvement in whatever exactly it was that had occurred aboard the freeport. Now that she was alone again, in the relative safety of her ship, the day's events felt almost like a dream, the memories blurring.

She sighed. All she wanted now was to get back to Liberty and have a nice, cold ale. And a proper medical exam. She punched the waypoints for her return trip into the nav computer and let the autopilot take over. Returning to Manhattan would take a while and, until then, she would get some desperately needed rest. Gently rubbing her injured shoulder with her left hand, Olivia leaned back in her flight chair and closed her eyes.

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Olivia Sable