Adjustment
Katriel didn't want to think about the quantity of energy credits this station had to be burning through each day. More than her entire village. Maybe more than all Sehalda itself, on an off day. It seemed utterly, obscenely wasteful to a person raised on a world where scarcity made of it a second currency.
And yet she couldn't call this a rich station. It seemed just as run-down as any of the rusted, decaying machines they no longer had the means to power back home. She could fix the little things, if someone only asked, but not the important ones.
She was, Katriel realized with a sudden awareness of her body, her surroundings, standing at the end of the corridor and staring, gawking like - like she'd just arrived yesterday, and wasn't that true? Still. It wasn't a good look for a strike leader, slack-jawed in wonderment, and she strode off in the other direction. These people were sophisticated, from the look of them, and if she wanted them to take her seriously she'd have to look competent even if the scale of it was over her head.
Katriel was good at bluffing, she figured. She could handle this. No different than fighting for Sehalda, not where it mattered.
She looked around her again, this time with purpose. It was about time she stopped keeping to herself and actually found out who her new comrades were. This wasn't a place to feel alone.
And yet she couldn't call this a rich station. It seemed just as run-down as any of the rusted, decaying machines they no longer had the means to power back home. She could fix the little things, if someone only asked, but not the important ones.
She was, Katriel realized with a sudden awareness of her body, her surroundings, standing at the end of the corridor and staring, gawking like - like she'd just arrived yesterday, and wasn't that true? Still. It wasn't a good look for a strike leader, slack-jawed in wonderment, and she strode off in the other direction. These people were sophisticated, from the look of them, and if she wanted them to take her seriously she'd have to look competent even if the scale of it was over her head.
Katriel was good at bluffing, she figured. She could handle this. No different than fighting for Sehalda, not where it mattered.
She looked around her again, this time with purpose. It was about time she stopped keeping to herself and actually found out who her new comrades were. This wasn't a place to feel alone.