With no high passengers to attend to, life onboard Unguin’s Princess is pretty easy for everyone. As Autumn explains, although middle passengers are no so profitable, it’s quite rare that they cause too many problems compared to the high passengers who are constantly complaining and expecting the world in return.
Kiimii and Laarii are rarely seen outside their stateroom. Sometimes they come out to eat with the others, but soon scuttle back to their rooms whenever they see Jie. All of the passengers are quite pleasant. The antique dealer and the robot salesman become good friends during the journey and spend much of their time together. Sometimes the doctor joins in with them as well. The nurse tends to keep herself to herself much of the time, only leaving her stateroom to eat.
The ship is running fine and so, with their being no hassles from the ship or the passengers, the party members are able to spend the majority of their time on their own personal training activities.
Jie spends most of her free time training with the Series X-12 Military Carbine-(EE) research manual. Still not fully healed of her wounds she sustained on Tarkine, she is taking it easy (as Doc William prescribed) by light calisthenics in the staff weight room, also known as the area between the power plant and the port maneuver drive engine. This place doesn’t get much travel and Jie finds it calming to hear the low humming sound as the plant uses titanic electro-magnetic forces to strip electrons from hydrogen atoms and thus is able to puncture the Time-Space continuum.
Jie has read this manual before, but there is always something new to learn from the cryptic method of military writing when a water drop falls upon the page. Followed by another. Jie then crumples against the side of the bulk head a huge weeping mess. Heaving big, ragged sobs she cries from the very core of her being. So overwhelmed at this needed outburst of emotion she didn’t even hear Kiimii walk up, put her sealed bag of cleaning chemicals and scrubbi-brush down and sit next to her.
“I understand…” Kiimii consoles her. “It’s never easy being the social outcast. Never asked to any cotillions or yacht christenings or asked out to dinner by a Knight. It never happened to me, of course, but I can understand it for you.”
Kiimii reaches out and hugs the crying ex-Marine. Jie has a look of miserable disbelief as Kiimii pulls her wet face to her chest and begins rocking her back and forth. Jie begins to cry even harder then, in time, stops. Her deep well of misery almost dry, Jie now can face the world with a past less painful.
“There, there… it must really suck to be you.” Kiimii croons as she pats Jie back.
“Kiimii,” Jie’s words are muffled as her face is still mashed up against the socialites’ perfect surgically modified breasts, “If you don’t let go of me right now and get back to cleaning the sewer pipes I will kill you with a butter knife.”