<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pfzUHo6.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Lily Bondar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874276#msg15874276)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>gray track suit with little red crosses on it, tool belt with pouches full of misc. tools<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Atmospheric Control Panels with the gang<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>OPEN<br/><br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/>With Zoey hard at work, Lily had been just handing tools to her and watching Ciane do the literal heavy lifting part. Watching the muscles strain on Ciane was almost as much fun as listening to her curse. After they got a panel or two cleared up the other part of the gang joined them. Mai showed up with a little information and some tools. Whatever it all was, was more use to the techies than it was to the grunts... Lily just realized that her and Ciane were the grunts, was the Asian woman a techie or a grunt? She thought about it and considered that it was no use trying to classify people when there was still so much to learn about her companions.<br/><br/>...<strong>"The fucking wankers!"</strong>Lily let out a curse.<strong>"Sorry, not you all. I just realized what happened to me."</strong>Images flooded her memory about what happened and why she was protesting.<strong>"The corpie bastards. There's more shit that I can't quite remember. But I just remembered the bastards were shorting the fruits and veggies in a rotation and diverting the food to themselves. One of the guys that does the deliveries told a bunch of us that the corpos were redirecting different foods from different markets into upper levels and hording it in warehouses, very massive warehouses. That was food that we were meant to eat, and it was getting canned and stored... Fuck them."</strong>She shook her head realizing she had just blurted her thoughts all out loud. She could remember getting pinned to the ground with a boot on her face and being beaten by clubs. It was all like flashes of memories but she knew that those were recent memories and she could see flashes of other protests.<strong>"Well.. sorry about that. Just remembering why I was protesting and what I can sent her for. My memory is like flipping through a photo album and stuff just keeps coming back to me."</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/>