<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QwfjIQ5.png?2)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Mai Lee Xiaong (https://i.imgur.com/QwfjIQ5.png?2)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Plain prison coveralls and her hair is a<em>mess</em><br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>PODs<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Sarah<br/><br/><hr/><em>”To PHI-828: A monument to corporate dedication to the value and sanctity of human life,” The Man said, handing Mai a drink and raising it in a toast. <br/><br/>“Didn’t your people help design it?” Mai asked as she took the cosmo made of actual Russian vodka made from actual wheat that grew from the actual ground.<br/><br/>“Please,” The Man said, with a scoff. “We designed many of the modular parts that made assembling a space station like that cheap and effective. Some other piece of shit designed it to be the way it is. You can blame me for a lot of stuff but not for that!” The pair clinked glasses and drank before there was an awkward silence. <br/><br/>“Thanks Mai,” The Man said, breaking the silence. “A lot of people realize what you’ve done for them by keeping quiet. They’re all going to owe you a favor. For now we can try to make your life easier while you’re up there. Colonel Xanatos has...” <br/><br/>Mai scoffed as she drank what was likely to be her last drink for eighteen months before she cut The Man off. “If you want to do me a real favor then stage a rescue mission.” </em><br/><br/>A shiver went through Mai that was counter to all the good news she was hearing. The Man was The Boy all grown up now. The one Mai was with when they were dumpster diving as children. They had gone from street rats to...whatever they were now.<br/><br/><em>Who the hell am I?</em><br/><br/>It was almost enough to make Mai ignore the fact that she had cut off The Man right before he explained whatever it was they did to make her life easier aboard this dilapidated tin can in space. At least she had a name. Xanatos. The Colonel’s name was Xanatos and he was on Luna. That was something. Although what she could do with it was another matter.<br/><br/>The sound of a door opening brought Mai back from the world of hazy memories and back to the dark and freezing world of reality. A reality where the hulking brute Punk Girl who said something weird about dim sum was the one who released her, and the other women, from the tiny room they woke up in. Best to keep away from that one...at least until Mai found whatever it was that was supposed to make her life easier. If it even existed.<br/><br/>Blonde Girl mentioned something about the comms relay room and while everyone else was trying to break into the lounge, or whatever it was, Mai decided that the comms room was as good of a place as any to start. She was about to go down there when something told her she could use some help. She wasn’t sure<em>why</em>but her gut also told her that she would need to get allies on this ship. Blonde Girl was getting a little too close to Punk Girl for Mai’s liking. Dark Girl was too busy doing real work with studying the other systems on the ship which left Crazy Hair Girl. Good enough for her.<br/><br/>“Hey,” Mai said to Crazy Hair Girl. “I’m Mai. I think I might have a way to make our lives easier but I’m going to need a hand. Want to come with?” She gave Crazy Hair Girl a smile that wasn’t even forced. The other woman<em>was</em>super cute after all. “I promise it will be more interesting that just sitting around waiting for things to reboot.”