Lucille never tired of the view. The twinkling stars, the great vista of space before her...True, she was in a small - and rather cramped - ship, instead of the great luxury liners she'd seen lift off from the spaceport hundreds of times, but it never got old.<br/><br/>The<em>Zephyr</em>was a second-hand ship, something that was a generation behind<em>everyone</em>else. The old girl could use a larger cargo hold, a better reactor, shields, and more of<em>everything</em>...But it was Lucille's. And it was home.<br/><br/>A light sigh purred from her lips, as she ran slim fingers through her violet hair - Arching her back just so, to work out the kinks. Her tight, tight bodysuit clung to her curves like a second skin, as she leaned forward to peer at the navcomputer - the hum and whirrs of the route compiling filling the dead space inside the cockpit. Just like<em>every</em>pilot in the history of spacefaring, she flicked the screen with her gloved fingers, resting her chin on her upturned palm.<br/><br/><em>Panjati Varul,</em>she thought. Tourist hub - Leisure center - full of the beautiful people...<em>And</em>an absolute magnet for trouble. If someone was manufacturing Fuse,<em>the</em>drug that'd seen a meteoric rise in popularity, she could see why he'd make Carca his home base - It was a seller's market. Why, if she'd been of a more entrepreneurial sort-<br/><br/>...But that was neither here nor there!<br/><br/>Her seat creaked, as Etoile leaned back into it - An idle gesture skimming the messages on her ship's visor! Two of them, and just what she'd expected...She couldn't help but take a look! After all - As her hand came down on the<em>JUMP</em>button - she'd need something to keep her mind off the jump itself!