Marked

[Toaster]

So much for subtlety, Olivia thought as she glanced down at the insignia now attached to her shoulder. She hurried after the Xeno, back down the crowded corridors towards the hangar facilities.

"And where exactly are we headed?" Olivia squeezed through a group of Kusarian crewmen, cautiously covering her shoulder with her hand. Her companion seemed to be far less concerned with hiding his affiliation and simply pushed his way through the masses. She wasn't looking forward to leaving her Sutinga behind on Ames but hoped that the Alliance would at least do her the favor of keeping an eye on it in her absence. Far more concerning to her was being taxied around by a complete stranger - not to mention wanted criminal - to a place from where there might be no easy escape without her ship.

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Olivia Sable