7
SAHRAThe maintenance station stank of oil, exhaust fumes and chemicals. I engaged my throatfilters and instantly sighed in relief when the smell disappeared. The filters were an evolutionary remnant back from when Kyven’s air was heavy with toxic gasses. I very rarely had to use them nowadays, but right now, I was glad I had them.
Abby pinched her nose shut, looking just as disgusted as I’d felt. “What’s that smell?”
Blesse pushed past us. “This is the sweet scent of home.”
She looked happier than I'd ever seen her.
“Home?” I asked dubiously. She had to be joking. She was Kyven, no doubt about it.
“I grew up on a station like this,” the captain said with a happy grin. She breathed in deeply once more, her nostrils flaring. She wasn’t using her throatfilters which meant she really h
