[center][color=silver][h3]The Gray Dynasty: Abigail Harlow[/h3][/color]

[color=silver]Current Deployment:[/color] Orbit of Mars
[color=silver]Current Time:[/color] 16:29, Earth Standard Time, 2207.[/center]

Humming echoed through the chambers….

Abigail was working on re-arranging most of the light fixtures. She was lowering them slightly, but it was a slow and time-consuming process which required multiple trips to and from the cargo bay to get some spare construction materials. She didn’t know who it was who tipped off the supply team for this mission, but clearly someone must have realised that Abigail was going to do some significant structural damage to the ship. There were replacement parts for pretty much everything - albeit in small quantities. Abigail made a mental note to limit her creativity according to her stock.

She was particularly avoiding any windows, for fear of a short peek into the vastness of space. Abigail wanted that experience all to herself; she wanted to retire to her room, call her mother and stare out into the stars in private. It was, after all, one of her dreams ever since she was a kid. That is why she did not know that they were landing until Victor quite helpfully reminded her. Abigail rolled her eyes.

[b][u]V_STRADE[/u][/b]
[b]ONE (1) NEW MESSAGE[/b]
[i]A_HARLOW:[/i] Asshole

This time, Abigail was more than prepared to land. She strapped herself in and gripped onto the armrests as the chair shuddered and shook. She hadn’t expected so much turbulence. Before Abigail even got a chance to helpfully volunteer herself to dig up the old man’s body herself, her comms went off - it was Mdazi, wanting to see her about her medical records. Despondent, she trudged her way to the medbay, knowing full well that she would have had to do this regardless of her own wishes.

Abigail knocked politely on the door and wandered in. “Evening Mdazi, I assume you want me to talk about my funny throat?”