Bullets and power-cells
Location: Epica
Objective: Have Fun
Weapons: "The Klaive" - PDW
Equipment: PGEM-FAAl, Tinfoil Hat Band, Absorbelt
Accessories: Force Warning Necklace Pendant, Paralyzing Lipstick, Coal Nail Polish, Transition Prescription Glasses
Augmentation: PGEM-SAP "Amber Eyes"
Ship: The Tourist with Synthetic Crewmembers
Tags: Dominik Borra
Time spent with Dominik had been something entirely new to Niki.
Even past times with friends had not made the same impact on her as he had. The small things she had always seen others do from afar and never paying much mind to it. Thoughtful messages in the strange hours of the morning.
Losing time with those messages until the sun had crept from behind Emberlene to pass through the viewport of her room.
And his continued presence in other ways. All seemingly tiny when viewed separately. A small touch when nerves struck. Quiet reassurance when she shrunk away in large meetings. The personification of an entirely different being she had played at with her paranoia during Zerø's continued existence.
The acceptance of what was behind that facade when it had suddenly been pulled away.
They'd met for meals often enough one or the other could make an order for each other in confidence. And usually shared a picture of the menu when needed.
Similar to her own, his work kept him on odd hours. But it never stopped the messages being sent and her tense waiting to see a reply. She was thankful for the myriad of hearts throughout her system as she waited for him by the entry of the Stun tag building she had found on Epica.
Split into two separate areas for youth and adults, it brought her back to a time when an old friend had prompted the idea to use it as training.
Now just a simple desire to enjoy it for what it was.
A game to be enjoyed.
There wasn't a pressing need to use it as a front for weapons practice or tactics. Granted that aspect would come to light no matter what given the spots of training she had been given.
The memory of Dom sharing his knowledge on the topic making her smile.
For as much as his line of work put him through the ringer, the confidence in his teaching made her watch a bit more intensely.
An alert sounded on her datapad, the Queen Mother informing her of the ships crew entering Low power mode after completing their alloted duties for the time being. Three selections had set about their other routines, pocketing the datapad into her jacket before looking around.
"I wonder if they have milkshakes around here." An idle wonder coming to life behind the pink tint of her lenses.