[color=bc8dbf][i]'I'm gonna keep getting my clothes dirty so I can do it again!'[/i][/color]

Ayem had seen battlefields less taxing. 

Her smile stayed, though. Mostly thanks to rigor mortis.

[color=fff79a]"There were bots with vegetables in the store we visited,"[/color] said Ayem. [color=fff79a]"We didn't use them."[/color] Quite an understatement. Maybe they would see some again later on a spaceliner, but there were plenty of problems between now and then. [color=fff79a]"Excuse me."[/color]

Ayem ducked away for a second and pulled out her phone. [color=fff79a]"Larri, scan economy-class heavy cargo FTL flights departing to anywhere important."[/color] That ought to fetch plenty of results. With the embargo lifted, there was a departure backlog.

[colour=fff79a]"Mary, do you know any way to-"[/colour] No, asking contact details would be a lost cause. Too easy. [colour=fff79a]"Actually, do you remember where you left the people who were with you? Grazia, come with us."[/colour] An idea was coming to Ayem. And though it was morbid, she'd done worse for the sake of ghosts.

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