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Started March 05, 2018 by Squishy

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"You almost got killed but you're excited," Val observed. "Interesting." She smirked. "Very interesting."

"Well, when your 21 years of existence have been nothing but watching an entire species of idiots worship the relics and artifacts of a technological golden age long gone, suddenly everything seems exciting," Elizia responded, the pep still in her voice as she tapped away at her data pad, "Still, I would rather not have to fight people."

She stowed her data pad and drew her pistol again, "I want to go check on my ship. I'm parked at the shipyard at the other end of the river. If you want, I'll see you there."

"Sure, see you there." Valentina yawned, her eyes squinting. "Can I possibly tag along to Ame with you? I lost my ship ages ago and could use a change of scenery."

Elizia nodded happily, "Any friend of mine is a welcome passenger abord the Loveless. I'll go get her engines warmed up.

Without another word, she ran out the door and across the road, slipping into the spaceport and shouting to the deck crew. The doors opened, and she ran inside, taking a seat and rapidly punching in startup codes.

Valentina anayzled the man laying on the ground in the hotel room. Nudged him with her foot. "Hey, asshole. Wake up." He groaned and stirred slightly. She leaned in, her lips close to his ear. "Bother my friend again and I'll gut you." It'd been a while since Valentina'd had a friend. She gave the man one last kick and left the room. More vodka. Then she'd find her way to the Loveless.

Elizia's ship, the Loveless, was much newer than her sister's workship, with state-of-the-art machines and tools on her workshop deck, and a better, sleeker design overall. The plans for the Loveless had originally been based upon an old Karge & Chariot "Mobile Suite" design. The previous generation of Mechanists had gotten ahold of the plans, and re-did the whole thing almost from scratch, leaving the framework, but scaling it larger and wider as they added room and features. The result was the perfect Mechanist workship, boasting a whole deck dedicated to the Mechanist's tampering past-time, and a decent armament should one find themselves in a firefight alone. This one also carried slightly better shields, but still relied upon the energy from the pilot should they wish for any actual damage absorption.

The ship's appearance by itself was still remarkably Lovuthan: long, sleek, curved, and winged. The major difference, of course, was the massive workshop deck, resulting in what almost appeared to be a large crate tucked into the underside of the ship. That, and the ship's consoles and warning guidelines were all in english, as that was the official language of tech business across worlds.

Elizia had been issued the Loveless secretly by the Mechanists, who knew full well that the Theocracy would have scuttled her long before Elizia could have flown her if they knew. Now, though, Elizia could fly the ship freely. It was hers.

The engines powered up, responding beautifully to the primer sequences. While Elizia waited for her friend Val, she spent her time going over the ship's tool storage, making sure there wasn't a thing she needed that she didn't have.

The ship was a real beauty. Valentina hadn't seen a ship so nice and sleek in a while. Her own ship, recently stolen, was a hunk of junk that could just barely fly. She admired it as she entered. "Hey, you in here?" She called, hoisting her backpack on her shoulder.

"Right here!" She called from behind a cabinet full of laser scalpels, varying in caliber, "Welcome onboard. She's pretty new, so I'm still trying to get everything organized. There's a spare room up the ladder. The cockpit doubles as my sleeping room."

Elizia, now finished taking stock of the scalpels, turned to count out her computer chips.

"Nice ship," Valentina complimented, taking a look around. "Very sleek. And chic."

Elizia sighed, both flattered and amused by the compliment, "It's standard Lovuthan style. Though, if you see any ships like this, they probably aren't friendly. Ever heard of the Station 173 Massacre?"

"Actually, I haven't," Val replied, surprised. "What was it?"

She shuddered as she explained, "Station 173 was a medical station. They were expecting a shipment of bionics from a Mechanist research group. What theygot was a whole lot of laser fire from three Lovuthan Phosphor-Blaze Cruisers. Poor guys didn't know the difference untill the fleet was close enough to see the guns."

Elizia closed all hatches abord the ship and began to lift her up. "The only reason I know of that is because Brella was one of the pilots who had been assigned to deliver the actual shipment."

"Yikes," Valentina replied, grimacing. "Sounds like a bloodbath." She took out her newly-bought bottle of vodka, taking a sip.

Elizia plotted an exit course, handing the execution to ship systems and swiveling to face Val, "Yeah. It was. From then on, Mechinists made sure to scramble their transponder codes and send them out well in advance. There's even a complicated system on place to be sure they don't get confused, and that Lovuthan warships can't masquerade as Mechinists."

She got up from her chair and reached into the mini-fridge and pantry under her bed for bread, ham and cheese, "Can I get you any food while I'm down here?"

"Whiskey?" Valentina asked. Then she glanced down and the bottle in her hands and took the time to reevaluate her life. At least a little. "Okay, not whiskey. Do you have something sweet? Chocolate would be great –from Earth, especially, although Sector 3's chocolate is to die for."

She dug a tad bit deeper. The fridge was small but packed. "I could have sworn…oh? Hey!" She exclaimed in triumph as she pulled the box of chocolates out, reading the label, "It's not from Earth, sadly, but it's still chocolate." She reached into the drawer and pulled out a small glass, "Share your vodka?"

(Going to bed!) "Of course," Valentina responded, pouring Elizia a glass. "You're sharing your ship and your chocolate. It's the least I can do." Smiling, she took a bite of the chocolate. It wasn't earth's, but it was still good. "So, how long until we get to Ame?"

"A day, maybe more. What's there, anyhow?"

"Ame's a universal superpower," she explained, kicking back and popping more chocolate into her mouth. "They're surrounded by desert planets, so they sell water, essentially. It was originally colonized by humans, but it's bustling with all sorts now. The wealthy nations of Ame are really nice. But the not-so-wealthy ones? Absolute slums."

"As the pattern is," She replied, "So I assume you saw Brella in one of the wealthier nations? You said she was working for a research team."

"Yeah, the capital," Valentina explained, that faraway look coming back to her eyes. "Where the global president lives."

(Shit, sorry I took so long…)

Elizia giggled slightly at Valentina's dreamy state. She took a piece of chocolate and smiled, "You always get like this when Ame comes up," she stated, "Whatcha thinkin' bout?"

"Just a boy," Valentina admitted. Then she laughed, "Whose mother I killed. By his father's request. I messed up his life and broke his heart. Isn't that shitty?"

Elizia was confused. Valentina was speaking of the president's son, she was sure.

"I am confused. You believe it was rude, yet you laugh. You smile. Don't you regret it?"