<div align="center"><strong>~ Mae Little aka "MeiMei"- on the dock (number 30) after leaving the Cargo Bay ~</strong></div><br/><br/>Shrugging her shoulders and giving the new crew member little thought, Mae headed down the ramp alone. He hadn't bothered to introduce himself to her nor did he seem to feel inclined to get to know her further.  The young pilot took it in her stride, marking him mentally amongst the other older crew members that seemed to have forgotten what it was like to be young, spending their life far too serious stuck with stern expressions and terrified to smile should they form a crack on their face.<br/><br/>Mae had been bound to the ship far too long and yearned to stretch her legs and experience some nightlife much as she had done before becoming a member of the crew. Part of her missed the "old" days flying in the Bai Hu races and the constant parties that were associated with them. She had spent her days sleeping and her night playing hard, working as a jockey in the highly illegal races that had attracted the verses less than prestigious ranking citizens.  A young girl alone and eager to experience life, she had been unknowingly protected from the darker side of the underground by Zarek Akando.  Everyone knew she was his special pet, a favourite that he treated more like family than employee.  It wouldn't be worth their breath to try and pull one over on the naive youth.<br/><br/>It was that concern for her safety that had brought her into the employee of Griffin and his ship. A choice she had never once regretted, not even during the more boring passages. She loved the ship as if it was her own, even if some of her actions lead other to believe otherwise. Mae simply knew how to fly and fly well, so confident in her own abilities she often gambled with the wellbeing of the ship and its crew, but only when the odds favoured the outcome in a positive way. Behind the controls she felt invincible, like nothing could touch her. She was a leaf upon the wind, twisting and turning, using the currents to her benefit to get them where they needed to be.<br/><br/>But now all she could think of was the night life she had been starved of. The throbbing soul of the music that would wrap around her youthful body, banging in time with her rapidly beating heart that echoed in her ears as flashes of memories played in her head. On the dance floor Mae would get lost in its magic, moving her body to the flow of the music, much like the way she flew. The heart of the ships engines would vibrate through the great machine into the palms of her hands as she gripped the control, moving with advanced anticipation avoiding disaster at every turn.  It was enough to paint a smile on her face so wide and bright it could rival any sun in the verse.<br/><br/>Mae stood, leaning against a pile of crates stacked haphazardly on the docks, glancing around with curious green eyes, taking in all that she could see. People watching was a hobby she had gotten into during some of the longer "waiting" stages she had found herself in during random visits on even more random ports while stationed on planets all over the verse.  Her elbows rested on the rough wood as she bent slightly at the waist, foot tapping to music playing in her mind as she slipped into a daydream of what might come to light later that evening. A vision of her dancing closely with Vincent, wrapped in each others arms, floated in her mind's eye creating a suggestive smile to match the gleam in her eye as she looked into the empty space before her.<br/><br/>A soft humming sound vibrated on Mae's lips as she softly swayed to the music privately playing just for her. Her eyes took on a dreamy expression as she blinked slowly, coming in and out of focus barely alert to her surroundings. It was during a moment of clarity, snuggled between two delicious images that encouraged her day dream, that she spotted a red haired young woman speed past in a blur of brown jumpsuit, dirt and creamy coloured flesh.  Mae stood up straighter and raised onto the tips of her toes, leaning over the crates to see if she could see what the fuss was about, but as far as she could tell the girl had disappeared and no one seemed to be chasing her. With a simple shrug of her shoulders, Mae settled back into her previous position and went back to her day dream where she was busy being held to the very broad chest of one Vincent Kincaid.<br/>