Sable's Experiences

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September 8, 827 A.S.

Stepping out of the freighter, Olivia flicked a credit chit at the tugboat pilot who had delivered her to the freeport. Nodding at her, he tucked it into his overalls and left her to her own devices. Walking around the ship, Olivia inspected the Rhino. It was in good shape, aside from the severed internal power lines that had resulted in her stranding. Having those repaired would be inexpensive enough and the ship as a whole would get her a pretty penny.

Enough for a small place on Canaria, she thought to herself. Pulling her PDA out of her vest, she pulled up the station's dealership and put the freighter up for sale. Paying a small fee, she'd let the locals handle the actual selling of the ship.




Olivia sighed in relief as she entered hangar four. The gleaming white hull of the Sutinga stood out among the dark greys and browns of the other ships parked within the bay. The Xenos had kept their promise and taken care of it in her absence. Glancing around the hangar, she spotted a dark-clad man leaning against the far wall, the star-and-stripes badge of the Alliance just barely visible on his boots. She nodded her head once and the man straightened up, leaving his post.

Striding up to her ship, Olivia ran a hand along its hull. It was cold to the touch, yearning for the reactor to be reignited for the first time in days. Olivia came to a stop at the craft's nose. Her hand clenched into a fist.

The image of a cozy hamlet on the green world of Gran Canaria still swirled around Olivia's mind. But this ship was her home. Her closest companion. Were it not for her meticulous care and constant repair work, it would sport as many scars as she did herself, if not more. Scars left there, in no small part, by Pedro. Olivia sighed again.

Settling down was not in her immediate future, if in any. She would never be able to relax, to forget, as long as the bastard was still out there, wreaking his havoc on the lives of those who got caught up in his webs of lies, threats, and torture.

Olivia retracted her hand, letting it rest comfortably on the grip of her holstered handgun. She looked up at the Sutinga's cockpit, a smile of determination on her face.

"You and I still have some work ahead of us," she whispered.

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Olivia Sable