<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mH9gDKY.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Maxine Petrovna<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Armory Chief<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Standard Blacks (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/53/6e/40536ec5dd718a8833213a9534759eb9.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Galley<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Sea legs? Space legs? Either way, need a snack.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Open<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>The first thing that Maxine noticed after the jump was how<em>loud</em>everything was.<br/><br/>Growing up, she’d always been taught that space was silent; in it’s vast emptiness, it swallowed sound so completely it was difficult to imagine how stifling she might have found it. Perhaps naively, she’d expected that oppressive stillness to penetrate even the sturdiest of hulls.<br/><br/>Maxine had quickly discovered after her departure from Earth that there was more than enough sound aboard a ship to make up for it, and the<em>Kalanhai</em>, well crafted machine that it was, still rang loudly enough in her ears to drown out her thoughts. The whirring of engines, the humming of inlaid tech, the slight rattle of the elevator doors as it rose mid-deck… none of it was enough to distract her from the incessant turning of her stomach.<br/><br/>Six months of contract work in the final frontier and not a day had gone by that she hadn’t spent half her morning hunched over the toilet. It was a miracle to her now, staring back at her reflection in the well-polished door, that she wasn’t literally green in the face. There was just something about the knowledge that there was no ground spinning steadily beneath her feet that unsettled her.<br/><br/>The elevator jerked to an unexpected halt, forcing Maxine’s feet out from under her as the doors hissed open. The<em>Kalanhai</em>was easily the most luxurious ship she’d worked on since leaving the Alliance, what with it’s sprawling galley and-- she squinted briefly before squashing any glee that may have broken across her face-- an honest to god<em>bar</em>.<br/><br/>Where reason might have driven her to the medbay for a quick dose of antiemetic, pride steered her quickly away. There was no stomach unease a pack of soda crackers and a ginger ale couldn’t cure (or so her mother had always promised her).<br/><br/>It would have been a simple enough mission too, had a small gathering not already been amassed at the bar. While she had no qualms skipping introductions, Maxine didn’t exactly revel in the idea of alienating herself on day one, either. Where most days she might have scooped up her goods and retreated to her cabin, she begrudgingly forced herself into a seat<em>juuuuuuust</em>far enough away from the group that they wouldn’t have to engage if they didn’t want to.<br/><br/>Staring down at her crackers, she really hoped they didn’t want to.<br/>