Ouray Inn (iRP)

[Penpen]

Coral was sitting at the very end of the Inn. Having a drink while reading through a neverending pile of papers. Paperwork that needed to be done. Paperwork that was necessary but nobody gave a damn about.
Been a while that she's been at Refugio, visiting all the old friends she saved from Huntsville, Texas. Good honest people who were just fed up with life, the government. People who refused to step in line, doing what everyone does or.. doesn't.

While she was some kind of lost in her work, two black clothed men stepped up the stage, preparing to sing their song. The only one they had. Coral glanced. Would they ever come up with something new? Still the masses already started to dance. 'Time to get the work done and leave that place', Coral thought as the music started playing.


Rollin rollin rollin
Though the streams are swollen
Keep them doggies rolling
Rawhide
Rain and wind and weather
Hell bent for leather
Wishing my girl was by my side
All the things Im missin
Good victuals, love and kissin
Are waiting at the end of my ride

The end of the ride. Will there ever be one? Coral was fed up with Liberty. The Xenos once became her family... her home. Soon they called her a Hatchling... She did not feel like being 'at home'.
Then they made her a Juvenile. She got a bigger ship, bigger guns, a cannon mounted on her wings, that was so devastating that even the biggest and toughest hulls cracked after a few hits.
A few 'kills' later she became a Royal. More paperwork, even bigger guns, a bomber. Yet, she did not feel at home. And now.. now she was a Wing-Commander. Responsible for so many lives that often ended during or after the first flight. She was glad, to be part of the Serpentis Wing. None of them died. Yet.. but sooner or later someone would give his live for a better Liberty.

Keep movin movin movin
Though their disapprovin
Keep them doggies moving
Rawhide
Dont try to understand them
Just rope, throw and brand them
Soon well be living high and wide
My hearts calculating
My true love will be waiting
Be waiting at the end of my ride

The end of the ride. Coral once more glanced at her paperwork. She'd just give it to someone else and get drunk. That sounded like a plan.
Observing the Inn for the black plated 'one' was without success.
She made her way right through the Inn's counters, sitting on one of the wooden stools.
For today, this is the end of my ride, she thought. Ordered a drink and joined the cheering crowd, as the two men on stage started playing the song for a fourth time.

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