Away in the repair bay of her vessel, Kari dangles her feet idly over the edge of the launcher mounted to her beloved Wolverine, the skunk's mind miles away, thinking back on where her path in life led her up until this current point. Her idle musings are interrupted by the sound of boots clanking along the nearest catwalk toward her, and the sound of someone clearing their throat politely. "Uh, boss?"

"Mm?" she asks, glancing back over her shoulder with a questioning look in her eye.

"You're needed up in the bridge."

Done by the outstanding  ewgengster who has been a major pleasure to work with this whole year.

Kari belongs to me.