Plasma: ”I grew up in the NUR.”
 
Red: ”Really? No wonder you have that posh accent, shit you must be loaded then! Welp, I’m sold.”
 
Plasma: ”Well, actually I’m not… Not everyone who lives with the NUR is rich.”
 
Red: ”I knew that. Besides even if you were, an NUR unicorn doing work for a Diamond dog… I’m sure daddy and mommy dearest would frown on that and cut the trust fund.”
 
You can’t help but sigh, this is part of why you don’t like talking about home. Being NUR always comes with preconceptions from people, whether they be from home or not. At least she isn’t calling you a racist.
 
Red: ”Anyway… Um thanks for just you know. I-i just.”
 
Red takes a deep breath and when she does you can feel her body trembling in your hooves.
 
Red: ”God, fuck, damn it keep it together.”
 
You feel like there isn’t much you could say to help her as the reality of what happened today hits her. So you pull Red dive in and let her have her moment. Over the sounds of the shower, you swear you could hear her crying…
 
After taking the next few minutes to finish washing Red, you see Daisy has already made it back when both of you come back into the living area. Daisy has a pile of parts and scrap surrounding her at a desk you assume to be her workbench. Daisy gives you a smirk when she catches both wrapped in towels.
 
Daisy: ”Sooo, did you love birds enjoy the shower?”
 
Red: ”Fuck yourself.”
 
Red tumbles off back into her spot on the couch. As she does you notice a little crimson blush glazing her cheeks as she swears under her breath and tries to gets comfortable.
 
The rest of the night is relatively uneventful. Daisy decides to stays up late working on the prosthetics and offers you her bed while she works, stating that she normally falls asleep at her work bench anyway.  
Before letting yourself drift to sleep you take a closer look at the holo-pad you got. There’s a few contacts on there but what grabs your attention is a diary by the captain, a number that is only labelled as “for easy ships”, and a galaxy map of planets he was thinking of exploring.
 
As you fall asleep you take in your first day of your new life. Both excited and frightened you wonder what the future has in store. Was your fight in the bar really a win or just a fluke and what about Mystic Spice’s less than subtle warning? Take this time to absorb the full extent of what you learned.
 
Level up: 2  
You have +5 skill points to allocate however you want .
 
Ranged Combat- Your skill at ranged combat. (Your sharpshooting abilities with guns and ships)  
Points Allocated- +4
 
Melee Combat- Your skill at melee combat. (Your ability to handle yourself with melee weapons and hoof to hoof combat.)  
Points Allocated- 0
 
Explosives- Your skill with explosives. (Allows you to make your own explosives.)  
Points Allocated- 0
 
Magic- Your magical skill. (Affects your race’s main trait e.g. earth ponies become stronger and Unicorns/Changelings can cast more powerful magic.)  
Points Allocated- +5
 
Engineering- Your ability to repair and maintain everything from ships to personal gear. (Allows for ship/weapon upgrades. Also assists with some stealth actions Ex: lockpicking, Hacking, etc.)  
Points Allocated- 0
 
Medicine- Your ability to deal with all sorts of injuries.  
Points Allocated- 0
 
Speech- Your ability to talk your way out of situations and to haggle for better prices.  
Points Allocated- 0
 
Piloting- Your ability to drive/fly many kinds of vehicles/ships.  
Points Allocated- 0
 
Stealth- Covers everything from sneaking to lockpicking.  
Points Allocated- 0
 
What do you do in the morning?
 
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