[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/NISMglX.png[/img][/center][center][h2][color=#b9dde9]Laurey Karlin[/color][/h2][/center]It was funny, Laurey hadn’t imagined heaven to look like, well, a bright light. It was so, cliche, wasn’t it? [i]Bleep.[/i] It was like people said it was, and things were never how people said they were. Never. [i]Bleep.[/i] Was that what made heaven special? Special, special, special, special... [i]Bleep.[/i] And it smelled so good. Mmm mmm. Like curry. [i]Bleep.[/i] If somebody could just turn that stupid - Laurey tumbled out of her bunk. Her head smacked something and lights burnt holes into her brain. “Fuck!” She muffled her scream into the crook of her elbow. “Fuck.” [i]Bleep.[/i] Her omnitool fired its siren into her ears. God, had they burst? She patted her ears and checked her fingertips for blood. Nothing. Just pain. Always pain. [i]Bleep.[/i] Oh yeah, right. She dismissed the summons from Natasha and pulled herself up, promptly spilling the bowl of curried noodles she’d been unconsciously cradling all down her top. For a moment she just stood there. The only top she had, well, the only one she could wear, covered in a bright orange stain. She had to laugh. It was then she spied a small mound of Bliss on her footlocker, angel-blue. It winked at her. No, god, pull yourself together Laurey, day two on the job and you’re already zonked. Shit’s no good. How long had she been like that? It was always so hard to tell, once you went over the edge. But god did it feel good, to finally have some peace... The summons! Laurey batted the solid portions of her meal from her shirt and said sod it to the stain. She had no idea how long she’d left her new captain waiting. The memo said “meeting room”. She clomped out her cabin, curried noodles splayed like some intestinal parasite, forgotten on the floor. In the corridor leading to the meeting room Laurey hung back, hearing voices. She was in time to see the good doctor hand a packet of cigarettes to a child. Jeeze, there were a lot of children. Something came back to Laurey. 'Child Spetnaz Magi'. What was it? “Think,” she muttered, ramming her palm into her head in frustration. Her mind focussed and cut through the haze like a tight band of plasma through someone’s skull, except without the smell of vaporised brain and crisp flesh. The child soldiers Natasha had told her about, her main reason for being at the Galactic Bazaar. They didn’t look like much, but since when had looks ever been a good judge. The huge Kaisoken with a fondness for hammers and swords was the ship’s ‘electrician’. Laurey needed more data on that one. A jolt of hormones tingled through Laurey’s chest when Moonstrike’s insignia holo’d up. Finally. The decision seemed clear to Laurey; whilst mysteries demanded attention, it was questionable how much substance was behind this one. Traffic changed, trade organizations bent to the market. It didn’t interest her. The chance to come into conflict with a few poachers though? Laurey wasn't a violent person, but neither was she wasn’t opposed to letting karma sort itself out. Yet it was the rogue AI that sent her mind calculating. There were no shadows, thanks to the ship’s near omnipresent lighting, so Laurey was plainly visible, just resting against the wall, relying only on their attention being elsewhere to go unnoticed. She felt some of that same excited bloom in her chest as she waited to hear what her new crewmates had to say.