"While we scavenge through the wreckage of fleets now forgotten. We will scavenge you a heart." Smiled a twenty four year old man, his glasses steamed up with emotion. Memories of the crew she left behind forked like lightning through her mind, briefly coming to life then fading. This memory in particular was of the day she met Jeff Turner, the man who sat and listened to her story and accepted her as a member of his crew. Without warning the happy image of a man trying to survive in a world that had forgotten the very meaning of happiness was burst and instead replaced with visions of a rifle bullet piercing his shoulder and his eyes glazing over as he watched her leave in his ship took the spotlight.

"I did what was required to survive." She whispered into the metallic orb she held in her hands. "I said nothing." The robotic voice replied, it's single eye looking away from her face as if in mourning, but the A.I didn't mourn for the deaths of people, instead he mourned for Scarlet and her inability to find somewhere to belong.

Her dark thoughts were interrupted by the sudden burst of cheery repetitive music that filled the bar in which she was sat in the back corner with her visor covering her face. She sighed and stood from her chair and approached the bar leaving her A.I watching over her bag and suitcase which held her weapons. "I'll have a glass of Star-surge." She spoke to the bar keeper who nodded and pulled an oddly shaped clear bottle of a neon blue liquid that glistened in the light from a dusty shelf and poured it into a tall slightly dirty glass. "Here." She dropped the correct amount of currency limply into his hand and began to walk back her seat.