Strange Attraction
Serina cursed. That was all she was doing lately. Cursing her luck, the station she was stranded on and the bastard who put her here. She plopped down on her usual spot at the bar and cursed that she even had a usual spot. She ordered the synthetic stuff someone liberal might name coffee and took a look at her pad. There's got to be work out there for her. She was a god damn pilot. Not one of those hot-headed fighter pilots. No. Big starships. That's her size. Flying those for ten...