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Drifter Space is one of the largest areas of pure, untainted, and uninhabited space. This is also how the area got its name. It is a great place to pass through if you don't want any trouble, and to enter a slipspace warp. There's nothing in this area except stars and darkness...

Calla nodded, agreeing completely. She just wished to be polite in case there was a problem with them sharing. "No problem. This way." They made their way up a rickety staircase to a narrow hall with six doors. With a quick flick of her wrist, a numberpad appeared. She punched in a memorized code to unlock the room and shove it back into the wall. "Here y'are. There's a lock on the inside too."

There was a ladder down to a small but cozy space. A single cot, a desk, and a small closet. There were even a few pictures of different landscapes and planets posted up haphazardly. "You're free to decorate as you like, and such. I don't mind as long as you don't totally destroy everything." She giggled. "At the far end of the hall is our common room- 'Lia and I usually eat in there. Well-" A large yawn cut her off, and Calla looked duly embarassed again. She smiled slightly. "Sorry- guess I should get some shut eye. If you have any questions or anything, my room's this one" Calla gestured to the first door on the left. "Ophelia's technically across from me, but she doesn't often stay there. I wouldn't go in there, though." The girl shrugged, as if it were a minor point, and headed to her own room.

Calla hopped lightly down into her room. It was a bit larger than the others, but not much. She smiled softly as the Hakon stirred. To anyone else, it had to be an unusual and perhaps frightening sight. Ophelia always slept in her natural form- a hybrid of humanoid and reptilian. Long black spikes curved off her spine gracefully. As Calla curled up with her back to the Hakon's stomach, Ophelia yawned softly and embraced her, still asleep. The talons on her feet curled, clicking on the bed's metal frame idly.

Shouts. Confusion. Who had come to the Hakon? Who? Calla looked through Ophelia's eyes, remembering how they had met. The two of them regarded the chaotic landscape. Like the Hakon, it changed drastically and without warning. Their claws dug into the loose dirt. There was hardly anything here worth living for. The Hakon merely waited for their chance to escape. Some didn't wait at all, but hurled themselves through space in hopes of latching onto a ship before starving. Ophelia/Calla turned to face the incoming ship. A girl- a woman, really- descended. She was wrapped in cloth and obviously ill at ease. The brunette hurriedly grabbed the strap of a half buried crate and pulled as hard as she could. The winds changed and she gave a muffled curse. With a serpentine grace, Ophelia/Calla moved to the opposite side and helped the struggling woman with her task. Their eyes met. Calla saw her own eyes.

She awoke with a gasp, then a groan. "...What time is it? Ophe-"

"56 minutes until Azel." The Hakon was already up and in human form. She was straightening their room, which had apparently been torn apart while Calla slept.

"What...? Was I dreaming?" She put a hand to her head. It had seemed like an important dream, too...

"Yes. We dreamed."

Calla was about to ask more, then shook her head and got up. "I want you to be nice- we've got crew now. Kira and Shiro- they're nice people, so don't go growling at them, ok?"

The Hakon turned her gleaming, emerald eyes on Calla with a soft smile. "As you like."

Meanwhile, on Kale's ship........


Hiroki felt it would be a lot easier with Kale unconsious. SHe carefully removed the shell of the bullet and dropped it on the floor next to the bed.
She reformed her hand into a scalpel, and slashed down his shirt, peeling it back off of his blood-caked chest before examining his other wounds. "No much wrong...bleeding over...wounds need stitch though...." she said as she puled a sewing kit from her pocket. "Well...least he's out...." she said before taking out a small bottle of peroxide. She carried various medical supplied with her for different reasons. SHe sterilized the surrounding area before stitching up his wounds. "There...." she muttered before pushing a bit of hair from her face.

Calla groaned. Whenever she slept with Ophelia, it always took ages for her to remember how to be herself again. It would be nice to have some outsiders onboard...hopefully she wasn't too weird after these naps...

They glided silently past another cargo ship, the Swift 5000, as the lettering declared. Calla slipped into her cockpit and sipped an energy drink with a wistful smile. "I doubt there're 5000 of you, buck-o. Wonder who you work for...not one of ICDS' ships..." She shrugged it off, bringing up a screen to check out her cargo. Nothing moving in the hold... Several clicks later, and she'd observed most of the interior (and bits of exterior) on the ship.

She settled back and finished her cup, watching the Swift 5000 as it inched out of her physical sight. "Luck t' ya, whoever y'are."

The sounds of scales whispering over metal greeted Kira and Shiro's ears, however there was nothing in particular to be seen. If they listened closely, it seemed to be coming from the closed quarters of the Hakon. But that was unsurprising.

Just as they started to move on, there was a clack. The door slid up and a young girl looked up. She neither smiled nor frowned, but looked them over with open criticism. However, the Hakon made no attempts to communicate with them further; she turned on her heel and walked the opposite way towards the common room.

Calla turned her head as they found their way to the cockpit and rewarded them with one of her sunny smiles. "Ever been to Azel? I've only been twice myself."