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Flair sat in the captain's chair and stared out the window, watching the small blue world float, suspended in the darkness. She sighed. She hadn't been home since she was 10. She'd been taken from her home, told that she was "the future of Pangea Ultimatum" and was the "most brilliant of her time." That was a load of crap. Flair leaned over and let her fingers dance over the screens of the ship.
"Birdie, what's our time of arrival?" Flair asked.
"Our current time of arrival from Earth to the planet Myrrir is currently 16:30 tomorrow. Anything else, captain?" Birdie, the ship's management server, responded in a young, high pitched, female voice. Flair had programmed the voice when she was 13, a younger yet still recognizable voice that could only be hers. Flair nodded.
"Thanks, Birdie. Nothing else," she murmured. Flair tapped her fingers along the screen, pulling up ship trajectory and messages from business associates. She was supposed to drop off a cargo shipment to Myrrir. She was to meet with Faith and make a deal. Of course, last time she'd met with Faith, she hadn't played fair. The automaton and android back-up Faith had brought to be "safe" was how Flair had lost her arm. One of the automatons had crushed the bones in her arm to a dust and even Tash couldn't fix it. Of course, Faith had lost an eye and all of her automaton back-up. Rynn was responsible for that, and Flair was eternally grateful. Rynn had used a tranquilizer dart and shot it straight into Faith's eye. Of course, Flair had passed out from the pain, so she'd been told this by her crew. The entire thing had happened before Langdon joined. The person that had Langdon's job, which was basically training them in security and weapons, had been one of Flair's best friends back when she'd been held at the Institute. His name had been Forest.
Back when she was still in the Institute, Flair was being trained by the government of Pan-Ultimatum to become a soldier. They would... experiment on other recruits. They'd always said that she was the most gifted of them all. They'd taken her to a sterile room and they'd messed with her mind. They didn't just stop with her mind though. They had to modify her, make her the best, most ruthless warrior. They'd modified her physically too. Made her into something else entirely. She was a monster now.
They’d fiddled with her mind like it was a bit of machinery, and they’d manipulated her sleep cycles. The changes to her mind made her restless. When she did sleep, she had vivid nightmares that made her physically ill. Of course, in order to be alert, Flair had to sleep, so often while bringing cargo to other places or doing business with others, she would always request access to a medical facility in order to stock up on drugs, including various ones for insomnia. Flair and the Bird of Paradise’s crew also did business with people that had connections in weapon trade and the military. They were always trying to load up medical supplies and weapons as such things made Flair feel protected and comfortable.
Flair was shaken from her thoughts by a soft knock on the wall. She spun the chair around and fixed Kane with a bored expression.
“The door was open. Aren’t you going to sleep?” he asked softly, stepping on the metal flooring. She shrugged and propped her feet up on the dashboard.
“I don’t sleep well. And I should be asking you the same question. Aren’t you going to try to get some sleep? Aren’t you tired?” she replied. Kane sat down on the co-pilot chair and raised his shoulders, shrugging.
“I suppose I can’t sleep either. So what’s your story? How’d you get to be one of the most talented people in all of Pan-Ultimatum?” Kane asked.
“You really shouldn’t ask questions that you don’t want the answer to,” Flair replied.
“But I do want the answer. I’m interested. Now tell me,” he begged. Flair raised an eyebrow.
“You really don’t want the answer. You don’t want to know about my past,” she said quietly. She tucked another strand of brown hair behind an ear. Kane crossed to her and glanced at the screens in curiosity.
“You can trust me. Tell me about yourself,” he replied, still staring at the screens.
“Well… where do I start?” Flair sighed. She drummed her fingers on her jaw, where a scar curved from her cheekbone to the point of her chin.
“The beginning is probably good,” Kane told her. Flair nodded and swallowed hard.
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