BERNI
LOCATION: Forcedspace
Isn’t this the life? Berni kicked her booted feet up onto the console and stared around her gorgeous cockpit. Independent. Free. No timesheets or payroll regulations. No shared offices. No spreadsheets. Just open space. The endless dark and the pinpoint light of distant stars to guide her way.
Her cargo hold bulged with contraband. All she had to do was deliver it on time and the massive payday would finally fund her dreams. It was what she’d spent the last few years working so hard to achieve, and now it was within her grasp. Her ticket out. Enough money to purchase a home base, a place to relax—one with a giant walk-in closet and a separate room just for her shoes. “ETA, Dave?”
Her shipboard Computer Intelligence Interface’s digital face appeared on the sc
