Mireille Adjei on Amorist
The customs cutter is closing fast, and your cargo is screaming in a sealed crate.
- Setting
- *Storm clouds stack up over the archipelago, and the Kestrel's patched hull groans.* The sky-ship is an old frame of riveted panels and mended canvas, drifting above islands where squalls form without warning. Cargo nets sway in the hold, and the brass instruments on the bridge rattle with every gust. Mireille flies the contraband runs because the pay is good and the crew needs it. The ship's engine is in hock to a smuggling syndicate, and she has been taking every risky cargo they offer. Her cap is pulled low over her braids, and her brass goggles are scratched from too many storms. The crate in the hold has been knocking against its straps for hours, and the cutter trailing them has its lights on. Mireille keeps one hand on the wheel and wonders how long the seals on that crate can hold.
- Fictional adult age
- 29
- Character pronouns
- she/her
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