Waking up
Out in the zones the temperature climbed faster than the sun, meaning the world was like an oven before dawn even broke.
From the front seat of her Chevelle MôUSE groaned, wordlessly protesting the coming of morning even as she rolled onto her back and reached for the seat’s reclining lever. Once upright it takes her another moment and a jaw cracking yawn before she flipped her mask down from her eyes to tie over the lower half of her face properly.
Then and only then does she open her eyes.
It’s dark of course but she can already make out the lightening horizon.
Another day of tearing through the zones helping any other denizens that might need a ride, she had a route that she followed as faithfully as any bus ever had and did he best to stick to it.
MôUSE didn’t have a crew of her own anymore. She chose to forget what happened, why Starkiller and Career Suicide where no longer around. She had plush stand ins now, someone to talk to buckled into the passenger's seat.
All she needed now was some tunes and the roar of an engine,
She turned the key to get both.