The reunion (invite only)

[Widow]

Pita had been hiding out on Ames, for the last 3 years she had been slowly teaching herself how to read, she had never got the hang of writing, the pen felt strange in her hand and she didn't see it as a necessary skill. If she ever decided she did want to contact someone it would be done via voice anyway. When not doing this, she spent her time mindlessly staring out into space reflecting on where she had gone wrong - still convinced it was her fault both Buster and Lambert had vanished.

Since last being seen, she was looking better. She had taken on some work cleaning ships which provided her credits to be able to eat regularly and a small room to call home. To an outsider there seemed to be nothing wrong with her. However, She was still as lost as she had ever been. Neither the Rogues nor the Navy were a part of her life anymore. She refused to speak to most people, not seeing the point in it. It was trivial, small talk only got you so far and no one ever stayed. No one ever cared. She sat at a table in the back corner of a bar, allowed in only because of the fact they knew she was only after a cheap meal. While waiting for them to bring the food across she mindlessly played with the bracelet Lambert had given her; it was her security, she never took it off. The guardian charm was still her favorite, not for what it was, but for what it represented. This followed closely by the flower Nevaeh had picked out for her. She never had never admitted it to her, not that it mattered now, she was gone; just like everyone else.

She figured after she ate, despite it still being early, she would go back to her room and try to sleep. Even though her dreams haunted her, being awake was doing her no good at the moment either. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried, she could never find peace.

[glassofwater]

Nevaeh opens her tired eyes to see the rusty metal interior of a vessel of sorts. In the distance, she hears a soft weeping and a wire shorting out. The air is cold and smells of blood. She's been aboard an unknown vessel for what is guessed to be roughly two to three years. Nevaeh had dreamt of being back on Ainu Station, trying to drink a beer while Elise downs a few bourbons. The smile she had from waking up quickly turns into a frown after she's taken in her surroundings. She starts to cry, but tears will not fall. So she just whimpers silently to herself in hopes that time will go by a tiny bit faster.

After awhile, she manages to regain her composure and she sits quietly on a stool, too short to see out the window but too tall to rest her feet on the ground. She tries to maintain her happy demeanor and kicks her feet back and humming a tune she heard when she was a child. A guard comes by and stops at the door of Nevaeh's iron prison with a grin on his face. She goes silently with him without question.

An hour later she's back in her cell, holding a small photo that her captors have allowed her to keep for whatever reason. The photo was printed on low-quality printing paper, the corners are beaten and torn. The picture was of a girl she took care of for some time. Looking at her face made her feel at home again. Nevaeh thinks to herself Honey, we will see each other again. she then says out loud... We will.

[Widow]

Changing her mind about sleeping, she made her way down to the hanger bays, looking at the different ships as she made her way down to the far repair bay. This one was often unused, perfect for what she needed. A small Hayabusa took up the available space, it was rusted, the paint work almost non existent. While sometimes getting it started was problematic, it was reliable, never missed a beat - and it was hers. She had "acquired" this from Ainu after Nevaeh left her there. She needed to be able to leave the station, and her Liberator - at that point - was sitting in pieces in Galileo. The Zoners were happy to help her change the call-sign and transponders after she explained she purchased it, and it was her first ship. After all, she was a child - at that point only 12 years old - why would she lie to them? She couldn't help but shake her head remembering that as she began sanding the side of the ship with coarse sandpaper, continuing on from where she had previously stopped. One day it would look good again.

During her stay here, she had heard rumors of Xenos using this station as a point to resupply, after all the Zoners never really turned anyone away. She had never seen any, but every so often the talk would start again. The thought of them being so close, and her not having any real escape from them frightened her; and while she was in the hanger she always carried a small gun on her hip. It was nothing fancy, just something the previous owner had forgotten. The Xeno were one of two things she feared, the second being Nomads.

Time passed and she looked a mess, covered in paint and rust dust. She felt good, for a short time she wasn't thinking about life as it was, she was just focusing on making sure she did this right. Stepping back to admire her work, she mumbled something about not being able to wait to get off this station.