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Katrina Swete stomped down the corridors of Blue Dwarf towards the Captain's
Office. This time, she was determined to make it there. Countless times, she
had made it a fraction of the walk there, then decided to wait till another
day to make her complaint. Not again.
Katrina wanted to go home. She'd signed up on the Blue Dwarf to clean. From
the start, she'd found it painfully depressing. Scutters, she'd found, could
do the same job as her, making her feel even less important. But she'd put up
with it, knowing she could take a pride in her work those John Wayne obessed
demons couldn't. But polymorphs? Parallel Universes? Almost getting blown to
smithereens? No, no, no, she wouldn't put up with this. She'd been going
about her cleaning duties silently in the background since the beginning of
this trip, and she was not going to be silent anymore.
But what about your past? came the voice in her head that had stopped her so
many times before. The JMC gave you a chance even McDonald's wouldn't dare
to. Are you going to ruin it just because of a few minor, near death
experiences?
Katrina stopped. "Damn," she whispered to herself. The voice in her head had
won again. She turned to head back to her quarters.
"No!" she exclaimed, cringing as several people looked at her following the
outburst. "Sorry," she mumbled, and resumed her walk towards the Captain's
Office.