<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)">Sausage, eggs and apple juice. Somehow those three words sounded better at that moment than any item of the elevated cuisines she had ever enjoyed before. Anjali took small bites and chewed each thoroughly and slowly. She was giving her queasy stomach well masticated food to facilitate easy digestion and reduce post-prandial discomfort after years of not eating. It also gave her time to survey her surroundings, noting the surprisingly sophisticated equipment in a ship that looked well worn. The food replicator looked old but worked better than anything she had ever experienced, and the replicator which created her garment must have been a state of the art prototype, but why on a ship with so little crew? Talking of which, why had she not seen any others?<br/>
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After she had finished the food on the tray, Dwayne returned and handed her the clothes “...<i>it’s not an EVA suit.” </i>She smiled up at him and stood flinching at a delicate bit getting pinched by the rigid suit. She was certain a speck of her skin was permanently embedded in the suit now.<br/>
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Anjali followed Dwayne to the crew’s quarters which looked suspiciously unoccupied and rapidly exited the suit. The boxer shorts made her smile, but she wasn’t about to be picky. The tank top strained over her breasts and lifted a bit over her pants leaving her midriff exposed. There was no bra, but she didn’t mind, genetic engineering had built in plenty of support on the girls.  No matter, anything was better than the skin eating suit. The pants fit alright although the seat could have been a bit more generous, she’d just have to make sure she didn’t gain any weight, but then hopefully her storage pods with her clothes would be made available to her. Finally there was a jacket to go over the tank top, she left hers unbuttoned, with any luck a grab for her would leave the grabber with an empty jacket in his hands.<br/>
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By the sink was a toothbrush and some paste, and a comb which she made use of and followed up with washing her face, some cream and - gods be praised - deodorant. Feeling considerably more human she was determined to get to the bottom of this mystery of where she was. <br/>
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She stepped out of the quarters and saw Dwayne’s back towards her, he was talking to the disembodied voice of Bianca and looked at a tablet in his hands, they were discussing a salvage job...<i>good</i>. She took off the boots he had handed her along with the clothes and stealthily made her way in the opposite direction. The layout of ships don’t change much and finding the bridge was easy enough. This ship was utilitarian and sported no luxuries as far as she could see, but the maintenance was spotless. <br/>
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There! The bridge, she would talk to the crew, get some answers. Anjali approached the bridge making sure her hands were in view when the sliding door opened. No threat here! She stepped into the three foot airlock when a rectangular object on the main console suddenly turned around a camera extended and fixating on her. Two force fields slammed shut, imprisoning her in the tiny space while a red beacon began to flash and a warning klaxon blared intermittently. <br/>
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"<i>Passenger Anjali. This is a restricted area. Please report Captain Dwayne for arrest and investigative questioning."</i><br/>
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Bianca’s voice repeated itself again, with the same message but Anjali’s eyes were fixed at the main viewing port. There was a ship slowly turning around it’s own axis, burn marks could be seen on the hull along with pockmarks from years of space debris impact. The words Rath-Yatra were almost obliterated but she saw them. The ship, her ship...looked like a beaten up, old derelict. It looked like it was hundreds of years old. <br/>
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Her legs no longer holding her up Anjali slowly sunk to the ground, and her head sunk into her hands.  It all made sense now, or did it?  How could it make sense, how could it be?  Now she understood Dwayne’s questions, questions which before had made no sense. <br/>
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She heard running foot steps approach and looked up at the tall blonde man towering over her.  Strangely enough she saw no anger in his expression. Her eyes filled with tears which she angrily tried to swipe away. <br/>
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“What year is this, Dwayne?”</span>