Sable's Experiences

[Toaster]

//Still canon.

// ›› Read "I'll Come Back", Gone & Missing, and A Second Chance! ‹‹

May 7, 828 A.S.

Olivia sat slumped into her ship's pilot's seat, staring dejectedly out of the canopy before her. A few tears were running listless courses down her cheeks, though she couldn't feel them. Her face, her entire body, felt numb. And so did her mind.

How had things gone wrong so quickly?

Six weeks ago, Olivia had died. Only to find herself very much alive four weeks later, waking up in an unfamiliar room aboard an unfamiliar station, wearing unfamiliar skin. Her ship, her trusty Sutinga, she knew, was gone, likely floating now only as wreckage deep within Omicron Minor. The few belongings she had kept aboard the ship, too, were lost. Instead, she was given a new ship and a new chance at life. Who had saved her, treated her, and bestowed upon her these gifts, she had no idea. At the time, it didn't matter to her. The only thing she cared about was getting back to Liberty, to return to the few friends she had there, her family, and show them that she was alive and well.

And so she did. The return trip took longer than expected, involving brief detours through the Sigmas and Kusari, but a week after her coming to, she finally crossed the Libertonian border once more. Olivia had contacted Isla ahead of her arrival, learning from her dearest friend that the mercenary had been presumed dead. Beige had gone out in search for her, breaking his own promise never to revisit the Omicrons, and found her Sutinga. He had assumed the worst.

But that did not matter. Olivia was alive and eager to reunite with Isla and the few other people she held in high regard. The reunion, however, did not go as she had expected.

Reyes.

Anger flashed through Olivia's mind at the mere thought of the woman. Heat swelled up within her, vaporizing the numbness that had frozen her body. Reyes had ruined everything. Her first words to Olivia still rang in the mercenary's ears.

Stay. Back.

Olivia let out a guttural scream at the memory, pounding a clenched fist against the canopy's glass. Infected. The retired Core guildmistress had accused her of being infected. Had commanded her not to get close to Isla. But what was far worse, was that Isla - the one person that mattered more to the mercenary than anyone else in Sirius - had believed her. Her mind poisoned by Reyes' words, she had displayed the one feeling towards Olivia that she never thought she would. Distrust.

After everything they had been through, after patrolling Liberty's furthest reaches, after fighting side by side, after being together... Isla didn't trust her. The thought of it made Olivia choke up. This was not how it had been meant to be. Not at all how she had envisioned their reunion. The rest of the memory was a blur. She remembered entering New York's trade lane network and making the jump to California, trying to escape the questions and accusations that were being flung at her like she was suspected of committing some heinous crime. Unable to take it all in, unable to cope with the shock of it all, her mind had retreated inwards, letting her hands and feet take the ship wherever they desired.

Now, she glared out through the canopy, finally focusing on her surroundings. A debris field. Wrecks and scrap as far as the eye could see. Olivia glanced down at her instruments and read the navigational data. Texas. She wasn't sure how she had ended up here, nor did she care. She knew there was a junker station not far from her location - it would offer as good a place to rest and think as any other.

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Olivia Sable