03-14-2026, 03:26 AM
Samira felt this was worth the time off the Aquila. Too many corridors for her liking. Here, however, this would've fit how she instinctively first thought of the Aquila, or any Ross-class starship on the inside anyway.
She had often envisioned that there would have to be a huge space on the ship like this, with multiple tiers of balconies and whatnot. Sadly, all she found were constant corridors, at least as far as she knew.
So here she was, at the highest view possible, feeling back on Earth, on a mountain, at least the green mountains of California, and not in the the dry, rocky mountains she knew back in Arabia. She wore a shoulder-baring belly shirt, which would've provoked some shock among her tribe but emphasized her culture, while she had robes draped around her arms and shoulders. There can be no doubt she indicated she was off-duty.
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She had often envisioned that there would have to be a huge space on the ship like this, with multiple tiers of balconies and whatnot. Sadly, all she found were constant corridors, at least as far as she knew.
So here she was, at the highest view possible, feeling back on Earth, on a mountain, at least the green mountains of California, and not in the the dry, rocky mountains she knew back in Arabia. She wore a shoulder-baring belly shirt, which would've provoked some shock among her tribe but emphasized her culture, while she had robes draped around her arms and shoulders. There can be no doubt she indicated she was off-duty.
==Tag anybody==