Bliss...

Who: Amber
Where: Shuttle Bay, Space
When: Starting just after the two BD's linked up.
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Amber was bored. In the rebel universt she didn't even exist. Rufus was off doing his own thing and Zak didn't seem interested anymore.
  "Nobody cares" She said angrilly screwing a bolt into the windscreen of the Phoenix. "Nobody gives a flying f**k" She slid down the leg of the Phoenix and moved onto the Valkyrie. Punching the system checks into Kayn's Shuttle, designed with only a logic Kayn could muster.  When that was done she moved onto the next shuttle, and the next, and the next, fixing all the problems that came up. Amber wasn't bothered about food or sleep.
Working took her mind of her problems, her flaws. She got out the powerwasher and began to systematically wash all the ships. Ignoring the signs that told her to sleep and eat.
Amber stifeled a yawn. She was acting on auto-pilot. She had cleaned all the shuttles and serviced them. It had taken ages, but time didn't matter. What mattered, when nobody noticed you were alive? Amber thought. She entered the Rebel Parrotts Bar. Nobody knew her there, and she looked old enough to be served, she orfered a Martini and Lemonade, and then a Malibu and Coke, and then stronger spirits.
She woke up in one of the lower habitation levels, one of the nasty ones. There were game heads lying about with stupid smiles on their faces. Bliss freaks were scattered about. It wasn't the first time Amber had been to these levels, only recently, she had got drunk and woken up here. Like this time. Amber walked up to a Bliss freak and pulled out a knife.
  "I am the Almighty. The one. Hand over your Bliss to me." She said faking the effects of a Bliss high. The freak, who was coming down off his high, was confused. "Don't force me to bring forth the destruction of your mortal lives!" The freak stared at Amber, so she kicked him in the head and stole the drugs off him. She knew how to handle herself down here, she knew how to handle the freaks, the game heads wern't even a challenge. She knocked about a few more freaks and stole their Bliss. She was getting a reputation down here, she knew it. She didn't care. Why should she? No one else did. The call for the Pilots training came out over the speakers. Amber sighed.
  "Suppose I better turn up." She mumbled.
Amber sat in the cockpit of the Rebel fighter, fingering the smal packets in her pocket, she'd already used one bag during the three days training. She launched the Fighter on the command and fell into formation behind Jay and the Raven. She shut down her comm and video link and ripped open one of the bags. She took a pinch of the white powder and licked it off her fingers, sealed the bag and put it in her pocket again. She booted up the comm and vid link again, and waited for the feeling to take over, to devour her problems. A CCC Fighter took a potshot at her ship.
  "Foolish MORTAL!" She yelled and barrel rolled toward the enemy ship firing her gatling guns in a wide arc, spalttering the Clown all over space. "Who wants some! No one can defeat God!" She said to the view screen. She looped the Fighter around and fell back into formation.<Tag>
OOC- Ok, for plot development reasons, no one must find out about Ambers little habbit.  :)