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Started March 05, 2018 by Squishy

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Valentina laughed. "Noted." She frowned, trying to think of her own first kill. Oh, right. "My first kill was the easiest, actually. Personal vendetta."

"Oh?"

Val nodded, her fists clenching as she thought of it. "An asshole killed my friend. My fault, partially, but he's the one that killed her. Where I come from, we don't have the death penalty. We simply don't kill. Well, not until I killed that scum."

Elizia turned to face Valentina, suddenly curious, "Where do you come from? I never figured that out."

Valentina tapped at her face markings. "Stovia, sector 8," she replied. "I'm a Grandstovian. As in, Stovian royalty. Imagine the uproar, all those pinched-faced royals reacting to their precious diplomat becoming a cold-blooded killer."

"A diplomat? What a joke!" Elizia laughed, "Yet, I guess it's no more strange than a tech-freak rising from a cult nation!"

Valentina laughed along with her. "I could have been a great diplomat! But they banished me, so maybe not." She looked at Elizia, grinning. "Weird how things work out. Tech freak from a cult, and a killer from a diplomatic, no death penalty sector."

Elizia chuckled, "I dare say fate has bound our sorry souls. That is, if fate actually existed. Or souls."

"Fate exists," Val sighed, feeling around for her bottle of vodka, "and she can be a real b*tch sometimes." She smiled at Elizia. "Not this time, though."

"Not this time," Eliza agreed, smiling. She made sure the plotted course was correct, then stood up and kicked at the bulkhead behind her, causing a bed to slide out. She rested her head, pulled up her data pad, and smiled again.

"If you need to sleep, your quarters are up the ladder over there," she said, not looking away, "we're still a while off."

"Sleep is for the weak," Valentina responded automatically, taking a swig of her vodka, "or rather, the unbelievably drunk." She kicked back, resting her feet on the control panel without a care in the world. "How long, anyway?"

Elizia was already out cold, her data pad lying on the bed next to her with a picture of Brella on it.

Valentina smiled a bit. "For the dreadfully drunk, or for tech freaks, apparently." She sighed, leaning back and preparing for a long journey. Her eyes stayed open and her hands stayed on her vodka, but her mind was in Ame. In Ame, staring into chocolate brown eyes, pretending to be the diplomat. She let herself sink into her reverie.

A gentle alarm rang out across the ship, an Elizia awoke to it instantly. She jumped up and went to the cockpit, checking the display. They were 3 minutes out.

Valentina made a face at the alarm. "What does that mean?" She asked.

"Nothing worrisome. Just the decent alarm. Strap in and all that."

Elizia slipped into the pilot's chair and put the headset over her ears, just as the landing controller asked, "Incoming ship, what is your name and designation?"

"Ame landing control, this is Captain Eliziethara Arazael of the Mechanist workship Loveless, requesting permission to land…"

The conversation carried on for a while, the controller lisitng rules and regulations concerning cargo and passengers.

Valentina obediently strapped her seatbelt on. She took another two swigs of vodka –one to calm her nerves, and another to make her brave. Those chocolate brown eyes flashed through her head again.

"…Of course. My thanks, Ame Control. Loveless out."

Elizia removed her headset and turned to Val, "I told them I had a drunk on-board, from a party off-world. Hope you don't mind much."

"A drunk? I'm offended!" Valentina grinned. "Just kidding. It's one of my better titles."

Elizia gave her a sideways glance, then took the controls and brought the ship down to land. It hit the ground with a soft thud, and the doors hissed open.

Elizia gathered up her jacket and tools and ran outside to meet the inspection team. They flooded in just as Val walked out.

Valentina wandered out of the ship, stretching her legs. The inspection team ran past her, glaring at her. Oh, right, they thought she was a drunk. She smiled at them and kept going, taking a deep breath. It smelled like rain, just like always.