Senti inhaled deeply as the airlock closed behind her. She had made it, had shaken her pursuers off for all she knew. With curiosity her eyes wandered the scene in front of her. She had roughly known what to expect and so she was not shocked at the condition the passenger tunnel from the docking station to the main residential area of Daedalus station was in. Rust could be seen in some spots, and over there some gas – probably oxygen, was pouring out of a minor leak in some tube. Daedalus was old, one of the first deep space stations ever to be built, and if it were not for its extremely important position at the center of three major trade routes it would have been scrapped a long time ago. Even so it was a small wonder it still held together. And it was her new home.<br/><br/>A year ago she had lived another life. The world she had known for all her life were the few confined rooms of the institute. She was sheltered from the outside world as good as possible, but even so she had found out that she was a military gene engineering prototype. Senti – Sentient Life Form. The first one, and the only successful one so far. Stronger, faster, better, she could deliver that. They had chosen a female prototype because of the inherent higher pain tolerance and better reflexes of that gender. And a potential secondary role in keeping the troop morale up. That was why the gene engineers had made sure that despite all her training her boobs size stayed at the upper natural limit of a girl of her slender and athletic frame. Her face was also nothing to sneeze at.<br/><br/>Three to five blackbelts at the same time were no problem at the end of her training, and her handling of weaponry was at a similar level. But BioCorp was not satisfied with a super soldier that took the regular eighteen years to grow up, so they experimented with growth acceleration. And failed. Again and again. As if the pain she had to endure form the genetic readjustments - like when they changed her DNA to make her immune to poisons and diseases - was not enough she as the only successful attempt became increasingly involved in these growth acceleration experiments, and painfully so. That was the last straw and she ran away. It was their fault that they had amplified her intelligence as well.<br/><br/>Still it was a close race, with a few corpses in her wake. But finally she had made it. And the remote and seemingly lawless Daedalus was probably the best hiding place she could find. She would have to start from scratch, though. What little money she had been able to scrounge up almost completely went into her one-way ticket. Any weapons – especially firearms – she had to leave behind, since the scanners at the station entrance would have picked them up and caused her a lot of trouble. Space stations are notorious for there extremely strict zero-tolerance gun laws. Even in a lawless place like Daedalus this one was enforced, since a stray bullet through the outer hull...<br/><br/>So all she had was that tight fitting but comfortable yellow body suit (second hand and cheap, since noone wanted bright yellow) and the little backpack that contained some spare underwear and a second bodysuit in the same fashionable color. Plus her expensive faked ID and the few credits she had left. 'Well' she thought to herself as she ran a hand through her raven black mane 'it can only get better from here on.' With these thoughts she started to walk along the tunnel into her new life.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>