The amazonian's battle-scarred arms stretched in the confines of her room. She'd never liked being shipboard. Too little influence on the situation, she thought. When it came down to it, her life was now more in the hands of the silent mechanic and the young pilot rather than her physical prowess. And to be fair, that pilot did seem a little naggy. Focused on the helm, but self-absorbed without a doubt. Perhaps it was his alliance smug he picked up from flight academy, or wherever that boy learned to fly. Fluke sighed. She couldn't trust herself to be unbiased, not since the war. It usually didn't matter, but she was on a spaceship with at least two people she didn't seem to share ideologies with. She had to remind herself the war was over.
The war...
She crackled her shoulders thinking about it and a large frown appeared on her face. She had always remained calm in battle, but it were days of leisure when the Alliance's footprint became visible. Her determination came from a bitter place. In more ways than one she was in desperate need for something to release her from her deathmarch to revolution, but she had given up hope long ago.
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