[h3][color=00ff66][b]Billie the Joat[/b][/color][/h3]
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Billie burst into her quarters and grabbed her duffle, quickly stuffing clothes into the bag. The room wasn't much - a display dominated the wall to the left, while on the right was a couch that would fold down to make a bed. Behind it was the drawers and cubicles. Past the bed/couch was the private 'fresher, and behind her, beside the door, was the snack and beverage panel. It wasn't much, but it had been her home these last few months, a gift from Uncle Tony. 

She was probably going to miss it.

Billie grabbed her tablet and shoved it into her tool bag, hoisted her duffle, then with one look back, she caught the wallpaper changing to purple unicorns with big, big eyes and golden horns. It must have been majestic to see those roaming on Ancient Earth.

The door slid shut behind her as she made her way to the colony ship.

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[h3][color=ffbf00][b]Nine[/b][/color][/h3]

She was just drifting off in her chair when she heard it - footsteps and voices echoing in the passageways. There were people boarding. She glanced at the other burnts in their cubicles, sound asleep. 

There was a sudden spike of pain in her head that made her flinch, burying her face in her hands.

[color=ffbf00][i]Your mission is to secure the ship from all external threats,[/i][/color] said the voice. She had a vague impression of a craggy face, a half-smile....

Nine sighs, pressing the release and pushing the padded securing bar up. Climbing out, she went to the broom rack and picked one, and began shuffling out the door. 

Time to start cleaning up.