

Fiona
by @Mark
Fiona

You sit and look at the jobs board both legal and grey. It’s not the time to put your new ship engineer to the test yet so you close the less savory job board. You pick out what looks like a standard above board rush delivery to the Sol system of all places.
Your hand hovers over the “accept” icon. The Sol system, Earth. You have not been back in years. Since the fundamentalist factions took over Earth most forward-thinking people have left. It might be dangerous for a “mixed” crew to make a delivery, but the pay is great and everything seams to be above board. Make a quick buck and get out. You hit the “accept” icon and it goes green signaling your win of the contract.
Just then your new crewmate comes in wearing an off shoulder top and a hip covering skirt. You cant help but notice there are no underwear lines but quickly look away from that. You notice she has sleeve of devil tattoos and a bracelet that is probably a wrist computer.
Fiona: So where are we headed on our first trip together?
Fiona