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The day was slowly coming to an end for Heather. A long and tedious day at the office in a job that she thoroughly despised, a menial desk job that involved nothing more than stamping and signing a few papers where boredom thoroughly destroyed her. She would re-enact the same day everyday; wake up, go to work, visit the pub, sleep. A life almost not worth living for some but for Heather this was her way of making ends meat.
After sifting through all the available jobs she headed straight for the bar for the usual chit chat and drink. A tired arm stretched for a weary looking jacket which was slung over her shoulders as she walked out of the door. Emblems and insignia decorated the jacket, but most notably a few stood out. Dull Captain insignia worn proudly over her epaulettes, a scuffed badge that indicated she was an incredibly important person at one time. The XO of New Londons Primary First Fleet, serving directly under Fleet Admiral O'Brian. Unfortunately those glory days were behind her as her fleet was ruined at the Battle of New London leaving her and many others left for dead.
The bar was the veterans way of getting over the war. Having a drink or two easied the burdon on her shoulders and allowed her to relax just a little bit. Today, however, would be an unusual day for her. Just like any other day she walked into the bar and took a look around to see who was there. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a group of people making a small comotion but before she could investigate a stern voice bellowed from across the room.
"Miss Pearson" spoke the bar man. "You want a job? I'd suggest you speak to that man over there. He's looking for pilots. Good ones too" pointing at the oddly dressed man speaking to a small group of people. A nod was the only reply the bar man got as Heather found a table to sit at. Patience was certainly a virtue, something she learned while serving in the armed forces to great use. "Could this be the day I finally brake out of this terrible routine" she thought quietly to herself. "I will not miss this opportunity."
Some time passed and the gaggle of people finally disapeared leaving an opening for Heather. She stood up and slowly walked over. Although she appeared very confident deep down inside she felt like she wanted to collapse. Her legs were like jelly, she could barely move her arms. This was something she couldn't mess up.
"I hear you are looking for pilots" she spoke in a strong voice as she leaned in with her shoulder showing off her insignia and badges, specifically the pimary fleet "Good ones too."