"This last year and half, i was enjoying my retirement. Already had my sunny way out. 'Nough money to live the rest of my life in comfort.. A lot of comfort. And then.."
She looked into the glass, remembering the feeling.
"I grew restless. Like a sick throb in the back of my head, every time i saw a ship. Every time i saw a gun."
Silver eyed Garcia, and chuckled.
"So.. i came back. But.. what i was doing in past.. Now it ain't 'nough. I can't do it for the credit no more. Sirius and Gallia.. are all 'bout credits. That's why this 'verse is effed up as it is."
She then savored the vodka, and winced.
"Good stuff... So. I decided.. Either die than wither in a green sick cottage out of boredom, or fight, if you'll have me. And that is why i came to you, fine people."
Silver looked at Garcia again.
"Because you can give me what i want. Death. Or a fight that ain't 'bout greed."
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
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