Thanks to Devan Corvel for participating.
Bereye III – Moon 1 – Roden Shipyards Factory
Happy Face of Death docked quietly, a speck of armor and guns amidst numerous other ships moving about their own business. Inside the capsule, Sakaane waited patiently for the tug to tow her ship into a bay.
Relief and guilt struggled for dominance within her and as she dwelled upon each it seemed she spun in circles. Relief for being out of the navy and moving on to what she hoped were better horizons, which led to guilt for breaking her commitment to the squad even though she’d watched other pilots come and go the same way…leading back to the same relief for having made the decision she knew was right for her…and on and on.
She noticed her ship sitting idle in an access way between hangars and panned the camera drones around, focusing on the tug just ahead. “What’s the holdup?”
“Sorry, ma’am,” came the speedy reply. “We’ve received a request to berth you in Bay 173 but there is a slight delay due to some…equipment…that requires moving. Please accept our apologies for the inconvenience.”
“Fine, thank you.” She dismissed the channel and returned to her brooding.