Somnambulance [Retconned]

[Toaster]

Olivia stumbled out through the door the moment it slid open, feeling like she was going to be sick. It wasn't the grisly sight of the two corpses that caused her to feel nauseous, but rather the fact that she had absolutely no memory of killing the men, nor of where she was or how she had come to be there.

The air in the hallway she tripped into was cold and helped clear her mind and dissipate the churning of her stomach. She leaned against the wall opposite the room she had come out of, taking deep breaths to calm herself.

What the f*ck is happening? She wondered, feeling a new wave of panic building up in her chest. She screwed her eyes shut, trying desperately to suppress the fear and confusion and attempted to instead collect her last memories. The last thing she remembered doing was sitting in her ship's cockpit, hovering in space near Riverside Station in California, conversing casually with the captain of a passing navy ship. Then, suddenly, she woke up here, in a room with two dead bodies - two men she had apparently brutally murdered.

Olivia opened her eyes again, raising her hands before them. Blood. It was starting to dry, making her skin sticky and stiffening her jacket's cuffs. She lowered them again, lifting her gaze to glance down the hallway. Unlike the room in which she had come to, it looked vaguely familiar, as though she had walked down its length before. The floor and ceiling, like the room's, were made of steel plating, while the walls consisted of sheer rock. An asteroid base.

Fontana, she realized, the memory of the corridor finally clicking into place in her mind. But why was she here? She shook her head. It didn't matter at the moment. Before anything else, she had to get off the station.

Footsteps approached from a bend in the hallway up ahead. Olivia glanced down at her body. Like her hands, her boots and pants were stained crimson and bloody prints followed her from the doorway. Quickly, she slipped out of her boots and picked them up, before turning in the opposite direction of the nearing footsteps and hurrying down the hall.


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Blood colored the water an unpleasant shade of red as it ran down the sink drain. Olivia took slow, deliberate breaths as she scrubbed her hands clean with soap. She glanced up at the mirror and saw her reflection glaring back at her, face pale, hair damp with sweat. She certainly looked like she had just seen a dead body. Or two. With a shake of her head, she stepped away from sink and mirror, wiping her hands dry against her jacket. She stooped over and slipped her feet back into her boots, the blood splattered across them now dry.

Now, at least, she could move around the station without leaving a red track trailing after her. She had to get off of the rock before the bodies she had left behind in the room were discovered. True, the denizens of Fontana were not unaccustomed to violence and even murder aboard the freeport, but nevertheless, the mercenary did not want to get tied up in an investigation by the Outcasts or Rogues into the slaughter of two of their men.

Besides, she had to get someplace where she could calm down and think, make sense of what was going on, what was happening to her. The first blackout that had left her in Kepler hadn't scared her enough to seek help, but this was different. Two people had died by her hand and she had no memory of the deed.

Olivia frowned. Now, she was a danger.

She left the restroom, hurrying down the cold, winding corridors hewn into the icy rock towards the station's primary hangar bay. No one stopped her as she climbed up her ship's access ladder, and docking control granted her permission to take off without any further questions.

The mercenary let out a sigh of relief and plotted a course for Planet Denver. The doctor who had performed her medical check up following her return from the dead still owed her one more favor. With any luck, he would be able to tell Olivia what was wrong with her.

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Olivia Sable