The Deserter

[Diana.Daymarova]

The room is white and almost completly empty. Paula finds herself standing in it. A vase made of small ice-like crystals was placed in the middle, right in front of her. With a touch, she feels a damp and chilly surface. It's calming. But then, out of nowhere, a warm wind blows.

Paula opens her eyes, but closes them again because the light of the stars was too strong. What an odd dream. Little does she know that it is scarily simmilar to a dream she once had in the hospital. She wants to take off to explore as soon as possible, but her stomach refuses to cooperate. She is really hungry. The bar offers many kinds of food, but Paula doesn't really like any. Although the living quarters are of a high standard, the dining is a misery. This time, she doesn't care about the taste. She hasn't eaten in days.

"Two sausages with bread and mustard, please." This is a rather cheap meal, but unlike others, Paula likes it a little. Bite by bite, the sausage is disappearing. With a glance out of the bar window, she notices a corsair vessel. It is preforming docking manuevers. That concerns her, because she had a few encounters with corsairs before. They weren't really nice. They behaved like bandits to be precise. Paula doesn't know what to expect, so she just sits and waits what is going to happen.