Rochester Inn

[Xing]

Misao felt her bodily temperature getting a bit too high to her taste... she looked at her mistress, and seeing she was busying herself with her own liquor, decided she needed to take a walk before she fell unconscious...

Alcohol was strange... but oh well, there had to be a first time for everything... right?

She walked down to the only other place she knew of the station, that was the hangar... she smiled slightly at her own ship, a very standard borderworld engineering Sabre VHF. The dealer said the ship was previously owned by an outcast raider who got captured by the KSP. A very reliable and powerful machine it was...

She patted the lower pylon wings with her hand, smiling softly for the first time since a long while... her ship was the only thing keeping her somewhat alive, the thrill of flight, even though as an enslaved escort, enough to keep her motivated...

There were some station crew strolling around, but she noticed the same woman from the bar a few distance away, looking in a bad mood at what seemed to be her own ship, a warship quite a few times larger than Misao own craft: a gunship class that was sitting there.

Perhaps was it the alcohol that made her in a better mood or maybe merely her very generous attitude that refused to die despite her miserable life, she approached Rommie timidly,
"D.. do you need help madam?... I know some basic engineering on borderworld-class vessels... I... I might be able to help a bit..."

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