Druur shook her head, rubbed her eyes, and tried to read the post again.
"Hippies? Playing EVE?", she asked herself quietly. "Either something's fishy here, or I really need to get in touch with baseliners again."
Mentally already starting compose a hopefully witty response, her eyes wandered down the display, just in case some other smartybrains had stolen her idea, only stop at an advert for the Sisters of EVE.
'Love by nature. Live by luck. Kill by professionals.'
Druur shivered, and fell back into her chair, fragmented memories trickling into her mind. It hadn't been those exact words, but in essence that had been the motto of the 35th Royal Khanid Navy Space CSAR Battalion, who had saved her from... saved her...
She said deathly still, her hands clutched into fists, empty eyes belying the sudden torrent of thoughts going on behind them.
(( SCNR - Welcome! And also: Sudden Backstory, yay! Actually the SoE remind me a lot of Trauma Team of the Cyberpunk RPG (for which I wish I could have found people to actually play with).))