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</div>“This is a pretty cool ship,” Z commented, as she rummaged through the kitchen until she found the ready-made meals that were common place in pretty much any ship. Deciding on a meal that said spicy fried rice and chicken, Z moved over and placed it into the microwave. While she waited for her food to heat up Z turned to face her comrades, besides their little time interacting during training, Z didn’t now much about her sisters, which wasn’t really good if she was going to be an effective leader. The beep of the microwave brought Z back to reality.<br/><br/>“So, we should probably get to know each other’s abilities and how we will work best together,” Z explained, as she carried her steaming food over and sat down next to Aoura. “What is something you think we should now about you?” Z asked Aoura, as she used a fork to mix up the fried rice and chicken. While she waited for Aoura’s answer, Z blow on a fork full of her food and ate it.