She was cold, wet, tired, and lost on some spirit-forsaken ball of mud at the edge of the Terminus. She had nothing with her but the clothes on her back and the handful of credits she'd managed to pickpocket from some poor drunk bastard staggering home from one of the half-dozen or so bars this half-forgotten backwater colony sported. No weapons, no food, nothing - and the nearest spaceport was at least four days away on foot.

But she didn't care; she was free. Free at last of her mother's shadow, free to go anywhere and do anything she pleased, and that was all that mattered to her.

So she was unfazed by the storm crashing around her as she curled into the meager shelter of the storage unit's entryway. Let it rain, she thought; let it rain until the world floods. I don't care. I'm free.

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