"Look, it will be a story. About Me. Listen here or get the f*!^ out of here!"
Remilia was sitting in a small, baraly lit room, along with two mercenaries, whom she met while passing through the ice clouds of Magellan. The room was made for utility purpose and was used as a warehouse at the moment being directly connected to hangar bays. It was nice and not so noisy comparing to the hangars itselves.
The participants of this little conversation didn't knew each other, but the full box of Libertonia ale smoothed the communication pretty fine. It was slowly moving from one irrelevant topic to another.
It is hard to determine the time of a day in space but comparing to the own station's time it was an early morning of some sort so the most of the regular station's population was either sleeping or raiding the trade lanes in search of an unvigilant prey.
Remilia herself was all up to find a calm corner somewhere in station's depth to have a good sleep after the flight. Owners called this station "Mactan" and it wasn't actually offering a big deal of comfort like Hawaii liner so the little room was not a bad choise after all. But she could not enjoy the appartunity completely because of the smuggler transport, which was staying in the bays and was preparing for it's flight to the Alcatraz base, deep inside the Liberty space. She was going to use the appartunity to pass the unknown space with the local pirates so all she could is to wait for transport to be prepared.
Two of her companions were already almost completely drunk at the moment so the conversation was obviously coming to it's end very soon.
This story was not told by Remilia already for purpose, she actually didn't wanted to tell it. Like, Never. But she felt like doing it right now anyway, why not?
"So where should I start from? Perhaps from the beginning, or even earlier times...