"I'm going to get that back!" Leah called out, pushing herself up and leaning on her chair. She stumbled towards the hallway, slipping her hat on and regaining her balance as she walked towards the deck, squinting at the sun.

"That's what I'd been doing for about…six years? Before I joined the Andromeda." Daso glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "Ever been to Sole? That's where we're headed now."

"Yeah, I have," Cicada responded, "Also I've been doing this for almost my entire life. The smaller I was the easier it was to do things like that."

He slipped into his lab and locked the door, throwing the whiskey into the trash.

"That's what I'd been doing for about…six years? Before I joined the Andromeda." Daso glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "Ever been to Sole? That's where we're headed now."

"Yeah, I have," Cicada responded, "Also I've been doing this for almost my entire life. The smaller I was the easier it was to do things like that."

"Wow. Must have been rough." He remembered all too well the stealing, the guilt, the shame. The hunger. It wasn't a good life. "I definitely don't miss those days."

Leah leaned over the side of the ship, dizzy from the sudden light from the sun. She stared down at the water, the faint outline of the coast ahead.

(Could someone come over and talk to Mor? I have -3 ideas on what to do with her rn since her blood test hasn’t happened yet)

(I'm too busy preparing for Ace's dea-I mean miraculous recovery)

(Could someone come over and talk to Mor? I have -3 ideas on what to do with her rn since her blood test hasn’t happened yet)

(I'm too busy preparing for Ace's dea-I mean miraculous recovery)

(NO! IT'S TIME TO STOP!)

(Could someone come over and talk to Mor? I have -3 ideas on what to do with her rn since her blood test hasn’t happened yet)

(I'm too busy preparing for Ace's dea-I mean miraculous recovery)

(NO! IT'S TIME TO STOP!)

NO NO NO NO NO

I’ll have Morrigan attempt suicide if you do

"That's what I'd been doing for about…six years? Before I joined the Andromeda." Daso glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "Ever been to Sole? That's where we're headed now."

"Yeah, I have," Cicada responded, "Also I've been doing this for almost my entire life. The smaller I was the easier it was to do things like that."

"Wow. Must have been rough." He remembered all too well the stealing, the guilt, the shame. The hunger. It wasn't a good life. "I definitely don't miss those days."

"To be honest I like doing it," Cicada smiled, "There's just something about the adrenaline rush I get when I steal something successfully, or when I manage to stowaway on a boat."

"I guess we're rather different," Daso said, smiling back. "I hated stealing. Made me sick every time."

Leah pulled her hat down, shadowing more of her face as she looked over the ship. Most of the crew was either eating, sleeping or playing cards. They would reach Sole in less than a day after all.

Morrigan glances at her Captain, walking over. “Hey, Cap.”

"Yeah," Cicada turned around and leaned back against the rail, "I guess we are, though I suspected as much."

Daso heard Morrigan and glanced over. She was speaking to the captain. "There's the captain," he pointed out. "You should tell her that you're sisters."

"She looks drunk," Cicada had her eyes squinted at her. The fact hit her again, she had a sister.

Daso's brow wrinkled. "Yeah, she kind of does. I'm starting to worry. She drinks sometimes, but she doesn't usually get drunk in the middle of the day."

"Hey, Moriggan. How are you?" Leah asked, glancing at Morrigan, her gaze still focused on the coast for any enemy ships or attacks.

"She looks drunk," Cicada had her eyes squinted at her. The fact hit her again, she had a sister.

(Honey, she's always drunk. But, for reasons )

"I probably caused her stress," Cicada responded, "Hey is she a lightweight?"

"She looks drunk," Cicada had her eyes squinted at her. The fact hit her again, she had a sister.

(Honey, she's always drunk. But, for reasons )

(That's the first thing's Cicada's doing. Getting her sober.)

“Fine.”, she lied. “There’s um, something the stowaway should probably tell you.”

"No way. She drinks way too regularly to be a lightweight." He shook his head. "Once, one of the crew made the mistake of a drinking contest with her. He nearly died and she didn't bat an eyelash."

"Must be in our genetics then" Cicada looked at her, "Drinking games were a great way to earn quick cash. But I despise alcohol."