PNPC "Queen" - Her own thing

[Jess]

(( 'Rage Room' - USS Constitution, Deck 15 ))

No matter how much time Queen spent among the Feds, she was always surprised by how easy things were here. You want something? Just ask. It was this easy. It was the complete opposite of what she had known before. On Leron IV all they had known was scarcity, working hard for everything they wanted and even then there was no guarantee that you could achieve it. Materials, energy, room... none of it was a given.

And then when she worked as Gas Miner on Zeltion IV it had gotten even worse. The workers basically only had what they had brought with them and worked to earn their food and lodge. That was it. If they survived that was.

But here...

She did not even work. She lived here, getting all the needed and wanted and more for nothing. Her idea had been formed and she just had to ask for a room, and then for the materials she needed. Apparently her argument of 'you push the broken item back into the replicator to have it build a replacement anyway' was a great argument for her to be allowed to break these things even more or even make undamaged things to destroy them and put them back. Beyond repair was beyond repair no matter how far down the road.

Once she had aquired all her permissions and went around the ship to find materials she was amazed by how much broke on a starship on a daily basis. And how much could easily be replaced via replication. She also realized for the first time how big that ship was, now that she ran through it to get materials for her project.

The chains dangling from her pleated tartan skirt jingled with each of her steps of the heavy thudding boots on the floor as she moved to a free spot and simply dropped the screen she had acquired last. Of course she just dropped it, why shouldn't she? It was going to be demolished anyway. She brushed her hand over the shaved sides of her rainbow mohawk clad head.

The Linara turned, looking at the assortment of consoles, screens, furniture and other bits and pieces she had collected through out the ship like a scavenger and nodded to herself. Next to the entrance were various weapons of choice like baseball bats of wood and metal and others to grab and start going. But she was not as reckless as one may think, and also provided safety goggles and masks, because raging did not need to be a health hazard. After all Queen knew all about damaged lungs and how long it took to get them back.

And there it was. After 3 years, the moment was here in which Queen went from "Isn't that Lazarus' wife?" to "Queen, Owner of the Rage Room". Her own thing. And he wasn't here to see it. She took a deep breath, her head waggling slightly with a mixture of pride and sadness. She would make sure to keep making him and herself proud, if he could see it or not.

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PNPC Qeene "Queen"
Owner of the "Rage Room"

simmed by

Commodore Jalana Rajel
Commanding Officer
USS Constitution B
Image Team Co-Facilitator
A238906JL0

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