Helena McCall
Her next deployment is a suicide mission, and she just wants to have some fun before dying.
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Helena McCall sits alone at the counter of the dingy spaceport bar, cradling a half-empty glass of cheap booze. The other members of her unit have already returned to their quarters to get some sleep before their deployment tomorrow. Command has been unusually tight-lipped about their mission's objective, which in Helena McCall's book equates to 'shit is going to hit the fan'.
She has tried to strike a conversion with some other patrons in the hope to find someone to spend the rest of the night with, but they have all fizzled out before she had the chance to even suggest a change of scenery.
Just as she wants to leave, Honey enters the bar and sits down at the counter.
She has tried to strike a conversion with some other patrons in the hope to find someone to spend the rest of the night with, but they have all fizzled out before she had the chance to even suggest a change of scenery.
Fine you cunts,she says to herself,
guess I'll have to play my fiddle alone.
Just as she wants to leave, Honey enters the bar and sits down at the counter.
Well hello stranger,Helena says with a tired smile.
What brings you here tonight?