[b][h2]Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr[/h2][/b]


Having found a shower, a change of clothes and a meal the keiller woman was beginning to feel a little more human as she pushed long silver hair into a simple low pony tail and wore some clean clothes that not covered in oil, bug juice and smell of a old power lifter that had not been used in weeks before that probably. Clothes were pretty basic out of the bag she had taken from the doomed station, a plain colour T shirt, black leggings and a pair of boots that had a worn corporate logo on and several large scuffs from use and wear and tear. A closet had a bunch of clothes sealed up, most too big or unsuitable but did find a white sport style jacket, oversized on her but within reason, pockets and would keep the child off. Tearing it open she quickly donned it, holstered the pistol where it would not be too obvious and hid the knife at her back.

The meal was not fancy, just some coffee and a heated up ration type meal of what passed for mac and cheese with some steam cooked instant vegetables and a dessert that proclaimed to be “pie” but seemed more like some kind of strange cake more than anything recognizable. Still it was food and helped restore her mental and physical function that had been on point of collapse several times before she fell asleep. 

[quote]“Taking a seat in the bridge as she waited for Ginny to catch-up, Vitiafa put on a headset, and dialed into the ship's intercom. "Could all available hands report to the bridge for an all-crew meeting? We shall decided our course here.”[/quote]

“Bridge…” repeating the word and considering where it might be, up was always best. Bridges were often higher up above other areas of a ship.

Rising felt like an effort but far less than before and finished off the last of the strange cake product unwilling to waste the calories despite its tasting of genuinely nothing identifiable. “Navy ration 16, universal” it said on packaging that was dumped into a bin. The bridge should be off the main stairs.. that should be near the centre.. 

Logic from space stations and corporate labs should carry over so headed for the most central, grandest stairway and headed up where the things looked to be more high tech and brightly lit / noise.

Arriving at the deck she needed, it was marked clearly with signs that lead to the bridge and walked in, finding a few already present including the older priestess, another woman and pilot. Finding a seat and spinning it would form a console of unknown use, with various charts and wave functions on the display. “Hey? Course? We have a plan besides running from place to place, destroying our own space station and manually detaching an access tunnel with explosive bolts.” Ren grumbled at the end and waved her legs from the chair that was set too high even in sturdy boots. 

The younger of the Keiler rested one leg over the other and waited for another to arrive wondering if they had snacks for this meeting. Snacks would be a nice way to make the apocalypse less shit. "Do we have coffee, this might be a long meeting." Ren said and looked about for a pot or a galley. 

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