Lorra was about in the spaces of the frigate that the Ixian had claimed as her own, replete with all the facilities and armature of her profession.

The events of the last few days has been a mixture of the expected boredom and somewhat less expected terror. At least here, surrounded by the gleaming metal and the sterile smell of cleaning chemicals, there was a familiarity that was as close to the Ixian sense of home as one was likely to get on this cursed world.

The solido-receiver before her blipped. Weird. The message had passed through a Guild-guaranteed secure Ixian line, but the sender was listed as Unknown.