Now is a perfect time to use the camouflage J made me. She presses a series of icons on the screen in front of her while gently steering the remaining pieces of her ship to the hanger and landing at her assigned dock. Out her window she can see a group of armed men waiting for her to get out. Oh boy, I'm so lucky, I have my own personal welcoming committee. Abir slowly turns off the engine. The cockpit door swings opens and she jumps the ten feet to the ground landing agilely on her feet. That's right, I'm a badass.

"Is this your freighter?"the man in front asks.

What freighter? Abir turns to look at her poor P-16 fighter to see a dilapidated old freighter, with peeling blue paint. Holy crap. J's camouflage is amazing.

"Yep That's mine."

A few of the men snicker at the dilapidated craft. "Well, we need to go in and check that you have nothing in there."

Oh shit. "Be my guest, but it still smells from when my last mechanic barfed."

The man casts a leery eye toward the ship and says, "On second thought, Jakar, you take a look."

A man, hardly more than a boy, is roughly pushed to the front of the group of guys. He didn't even have a beard. The poor idiot is the butt-monkey of this group.

"U-u-ugh sir, do I... have to?" Ah what the heck I'll save his sorry butt. I'm feeling generous since I'm not dead. Thank the gods.

"Come on mister. The smell is probably going to make him sick and I really don't want anyone else spewing their guts out in my ship."

"Fine Jakar just leave it be. Miss, if you do anything against our laws you will be arrested and tried with our judges. We show no mercy." the leader says with an evil smile.

"I'll be on my best behavior." Abir replied with a salute.

The man glares at her and his men snicker while they walk away.

"Buh-bye boys!" Abir turns to her ruined ship and heaves a huge sigh. I guess it's time for me to contact J. Hopefully he'll bail my sorry ass out of my current predicament. I bet the poor guy regrets ever becoming my friend. She rummages around her jacket pockets to find her communicator. Oh I have a few missed messages, must have been when I was fighting. The communicator beeps. Fancy that, it's J.

"Hello gorgeous. I have a few favors to ask you," Abir says with a giant smile on her face.

"Why the hell haven't you answered me! I have called you a million times! Favors... What do you mean, a few favors? You've killed the ship! Haven't you!?"

"Well technically my ship isn't dead, just a little beat up."

"What have you done? I finally finished fixing it from your last...No don't say you had another fight. Tell me you just hit the top of a tree while doing one of your evasive maneuvers practices ."

"Well I could say that. But it wouldn't be the truth. And Mama always told me to tell the truth."

"Come on Sparky! I'm getting you a new profession as of now."

"Well while you're doing that would you mind coming to Tarloc. I'll be waiting for you at the Dry Dock."

"Wait a second, don't you hang up on me!" But Abir was already hitting the end call button. Hmm, is that a new scratch on the screen? Might as well go get a drink at the Dry Dock while I'm waiting for him. She slides the communicator back into her jacket pocket and starts walking toward her favorite bar in Tarloc.

Outside the bar there are a few scantily clad women trying to sell themselves to every man that walked by. As Abir walked up to the bar she is instantly bombarded by the prostitutes.

"Hello darling," cooed a woman who's body was hardly covered. "Oh, never mind. False alarm ladies." All the women go back to trolling for men. I don't know whether I should be grossed out or feel complimented. No, that was definitely disturbing. Do I really look that much like a man?

She walks through the door to the Dry Dock bar, and is buffeted by the smell of liquor, sweaty men, and loud obnoxious voices. Ah, I'm home. Abir immediately heads over to the bar for a much needed drink after yet another one of her near death experience. She shoves her way to the front to order her drink using her elbows and hitting any guy that is dumb enough to stand between her and her drink.

"Hey Gio, can you get me an alien brain hemorrhage please?" She says as sweetly as possible once she gets the bartenders attention.

"Sure babe," he says with an easy smile, "I haven't seen you in a while. What asteroid have you been hiding yourself on?"

"Oh you know, I've been here and there. I have to avoid all the men I piss off." Abir says with an answering smile.

"Here you go sugar. Be careful tonight, there's been a few bar fights already. I don't want my rose getting hurt."

"You are such a flirt." She rolls her eyes as she takes her favorite drink and heads toward the empty table in the corner of the fine establishment.

As she sashayed to her table she caught a few men giving her a once over. Too bad none of them are good looking. Abir dramatically swings her long coat around and daintily sits on the stained wooden chair. She glares at a few of the men until they back down and return to their drinks. I hope J gets here soon.

She takes a sip of her drink and watches the motley crowd of beings mill about the bar laughing, yelling, and scheming. Gio makes the best drink ever, mmm so delicious.

After a few hours of waiting for J to show up, along with a steady stream of Gio's concoctions Abir relaxes in her chair. Nothing is going to get me now if it hasn't shown up already. J should be here in a couple more hours so I might as well enjoy my self. She pushes herself up and wanders over to a table of attractive men that she has been eyeing for a while. Hopefully they prove to be good distractions during my wait.