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The cargo bay that she had come from was on the fifth floor. The third and forth didn’t hold any surprises. The elevator door had given way to the by now familiar sight of huge and empty storage areas of sorts. Or maybe it was all multifunctional in that it could also be turned into luxurious living quarters for an upscale planet hopping holiday cruise. ‚For that they would have to work on the public bathrooms though’ she thought.
Discovering a potential debarking terminal had left her in good spirits, but overall she felt useless and incompetent. Overwhelmed by all the new stuff she wasn’t really able to process or make sense of. If this was some kind of sick fantasy world she had been transferred to, why couldn’t she have woken up as as sassy and confident Anime character. The ones that can shoot from the hip, steer all kind of spaceships, be an expert in several forms of martial art, always happy and also be able to fly short distances. Or maybe she COULD fly. She just hadn’t tried it yet. She hopped tentatively forward, halfheartedly willing herself to become airborne.
‚Nope‘ she resigned ‚definitely haven’t mastered the art of flying yet‘.
The martial arts stuff was probably triggered by a life threatening situation, like being surrounded by four intimidating thugs with baseball bats and she was just about to hand over everything and then some badass survival instinct kicked in and they were no match for her karate skills. She would have a bunch of equally badass and cool Anime friends and they would go on physics defying adventures together and talk a lot of space fantasy conspiracy mumbo jumbo. Well, she would even trade her lips for a ridiculously tight costume, grapefruit breasts and free floating hair‚ if it meant she would be on top of every situation from now on. ‚Better not count on it‘ she warned herself.
But there must be some quality, some talent she had, otherwise they wouldn’t send her half across the galaxy, cause the whole set up was too elaborate, if they just wanted to get rid of her.
She made her way across the cargo bay, the airlock, over the catwalk into the hibernation pod area, and from there back to the observation desk. Time to eat.

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The cargo bay that she had come from was on the fifth floor. The third and forth didn’t hold any surprises. The elevator door had given way to the by now familiar sight of huge and empty storage areas of sorts. Or maybe it was all multifunctional in that it could also be turned into luxurious living quarters for an upscale planet hopping holiday cruise. ‚For that they would have to work on the public bathrooms though’ she thought.
Discovering a potential debarking terminal had left her in good spirits, but overall she felt useless and incompetent. Overwhelmed by all the new stuff she wasn’t really able to process or make sense of. If this was some kind of sick fantasy world she had been transferred to, why couldn’t she have woken up as as sassy and confident Anime character. The ones that can shoot from the hip, steer all kind of spaceships, be an expert in several forms of martial art, always happy and also be able to fly short distances. Or maybe she COULD fly. She just hadn’t tried it yet. She hopped tentatively forward, halfheartedly willing herself to become airborne.
‚Nope‘ she resigned ‚definitely haven’t mastered the art of flying yet‘.
The martial arts stuff was probably triggered by a life threatening situation, like being surrounded by four intimidating thugs with baseball bats and she was just about to hand over everything and then some badass survival instinct kicked in and they were no match for her karate skills. She would have a bunch of equally badass and cool Anime friends and they would go on physics defying adventures together and talk a lot of space fantasy conspiracy mumbo jumbo. Well, she would even trade her lips for a ridiculously tight costume, grapefruit breasts and free floating hair‚ if it meant she would be on top of every situation from now on. ‚Better not count on it‘ she warned herself.
But there must be some quality, some talent she had, otherwise they wouldn’t send her half across the galaxy, cause the whole set up was too elaborate, if they just wanted to get rid of her.
She made her way across the cargo bay, the airlock, over the catwalk into the hibernation pod area, and from there back to the observation desk. Time to eat.