How to Catch a Time-eater
Another day, another dollar:
An old saying Darya heard lots during her youth.
Needless to say, the routine of a Galactic Federation agent chipped away each day. The more time she spent working on their behalf, the more integral their escapades were to building her identity. Not that Darya had any objections, seeing how she was starting to recognize the faces of her peers.
It was nice.
They were nice.
However, the federation's good spirits sunk every time Darya questioned how much longer until they stop by Earth. They were dead silent.
It was an odd sensation.
What could they be hiding...?
Curious as Darya may be, she could never find the right time to investigate. Especially between intermittent shootouts and objectives seeming to turn on a dime whenever trouble is identified.
Darya could wonder what reason Onomatopoeia had calling her to her quarters.
@nameless-will
