[color=f7941d][h3][b][center]Katrina Makhno[/center][/b][/h3][/color] The last of Katrina's soda cans found their way into the trash as she rose from her bed. Today was just the next in a long series of lazy days that cropped up between excursions. She was beginning to need to think seriously about finding another, as the money from the last was starting to dry up. Every time she thought about the money, she laughed at how she had come to taking it. She had never thought she would be in the business of accepting money to engage in guerilla warfare, but after all the corrupt assholes she had helped into power, she had started to think less of charging them for her services. The last one that paid her turned out to be a pedophile, according to the reports. Then again, she wondered if that couldn't have just been a trumped up charge to get him out of office. Yet again, she wondered if it really mattered, since the planet was bound to be a mess of politics no matter who ended up in charge. It was always the same damn story. But whatever her misgivings, she not only couldn't afford to laze around all day anymore, but she also felt compelled to keep doing something, no matter how hopeless it all seemed. She took a seat at her desk and looked through her new messages. The first she read was an offer to help an ambitious warlord overthrow his home-planet's king. It promised a rich reward for her services. She moved on from it without a second thought. Even if she needed the money, she would never fight to help an overtly amoral movement. There was no good in helping a vicious warmonger come to power, especially since he barely made an effort to suggest he was doing this for any better reason than getting rich. The next sounded promising at first glance, coming from a "local community leader" that suggested the planetary government was negligent and corrupt, and that she was in a position to replace them with more benevolent leadership. Then Katrina saw the name, and she remembered having looked this one up in the past. She always did research on those that contacted her directly, and occasionally found out about others long before they came to her. Some there was little information on, but this woman had a bad reputation for being an enormous hypocrite about corruption on their home planet. This one she chose to reply to. [color=f7941d][i]"Dear Myluria Tirell, Go fuck yourself. Sincerely, Katrina Makhno"[/i][/color] With that message sent, she continued to search her messages until something curious happened. A notification of a new video from one of the channels she subscribed to popped up. It was a live-stream of a planetary invasion. Planet Terersg was under attack. Something about this really got her worked up. Warmongering bastards were a plague at the best of times, and here was some group of assholes making an unprovoked attack on an unsuspecting planet. Katrina put money matters out of her head, as now she was going to volunteer to take these bastards down herself. But then she realised what really got her worked up. She was on planet Terersg right now. Stepping outside of the Free-Loader, she looked up to the sky and saw for herself the invasion ships descending from the sky. Cursing under her breath, she raced back inside to prepare. As dangerous as this situation was, all she could think of was how it just made things more convenient. The fight was coming to her, and she was going to be ready for it.