A young woman gazes at her naked physique in a foggy bathroom mirror. Her long caramel hair with streaks of gold was damp with moisture, sticking to her bare shoulders and back. She blinks, releasing droplets of water from her eyelashes as she looks to the side.

On top of a gray marble counter, beside an egg-shaped sink, laid a white bezel watch at least 40mm in size without any straps on its sides. The young woman curves some of her hair behind her ear and reaches for the contraption. As soon as she grazes its surface, its black screen blinks white.

She places the watch near her wrist, causing it to stretch its metal shingles until it wraps around and connects to itself.

"Welcome to the QYI database, Kokriene van der Vaart. Your connection to the intergalactic network for entertainment, information, and markets." The watch announces.

A set of prismatic lines whiz past the watch's screen until several holograms blink in front of her eyes — New recipes on Gastallion cuisine, to the latest fashions of vibrant pink and blue sweater-like gowns. Even posters and informatics calling out potential bounty hunters and escort vessels for hire.

A knock comes from the door to her left. She cups her hand over the watch causing all the holograms to disappear.

"Koko! What's taking you so long?" A young man's voice exclaims from the other side.

Her feet platter along the white and gray polka-dot layered floor as she steps onto a neon-blue incline acting as a conveyor belt. A warm wind blasts her body from all angles, blowing away the remaining water then drying her off as it slowly fades.

"I'm almost done, just give me a minute!" Koko responds, taking a nearby towel off a shelf and wrapping it around her hair.

The moving walkway stops a few feet in front of the door while two closets open on either side of the exit. Bodysuits colored blue, white, and black rotated in a floating yellow veil. She taps the navy-blue suit, and it hovers toward her. Its fabric was smooth like silk, yet its diamond-shaped grooves gave it a sense of toughness.

Koko shimmies the bodysuit up her legs then around her torso and arms. She looks in the mirror at its loose fit, her sleeves hanging over her fingertips while the collar droops down her shoulder.

A small black button at the back of her collar catches her eye. She taps it once, and a current of blue waves usher around her body, causing the bodysuit to fit perfectly around her figure.

Koko rubs down her chest, sides, and rear, feeling the padded support with a reaffirmed smiling nod. She places her hand on the silver door, which shoots open with an airy shuuah.

Though the corridor was slightly dim, a young man with spiky red hair leaned on the wall, looking her up and down with a smirk.

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Koko turns her body away, covering up her chest with her forearm. "What… What are you looking at?"

"Nothing, nothing. It's just, if you think about, we're all pretty much in the nude with these skin tight clothes on. I feel kind of exposed to be honest." Maxim grimaces while rubbing his chin between his index finger and thumb.

"I think you're kind of a pervert to be honest." Koko dejects, then brushes past him.

"H-hey, wait! It was a joke, I can't see nothin' I swear!"

Koko walks down the short corridor leading into a quaint-sized bedroom with a neatly made white sheet bed and a metal workshop table a few feet in front of it. The steel gray walls had shelves and cupboards full of books of foreign languages, along with spiraling globes showcasing the nearby galaxies and their inner planetary systems.

Maxim plops in the gray workshop chair and clicks the button on its armrest, causing it to lift from the ground, float past the bed, and stop at the railing leading to the first floor.

The downstairs room was dimly lit, but the sparkling star-like light fixtures above gave just enough light to see their surroundings. In the middle of the living room sat a gray circular sofa cushion that revolved on an inclined spinning platform. A large rectangular blue interface with multiple windows was cast above a blue-heated orb, acting as a fireplace.

At the backside of the living room, a nice-sized kitchen with white wooden flooring and blue-steel tops shine with newly swept polish.

Koko walks over and leans on the railing beside Maxim, looking down at Adalae and Kyamyo sitting on the rotating couch.

"Gotta hand it to the Feds, they know how to treat their workers." Maxim praises while spinning around in his chair.

Kyamyo, now wearing a white bodysuit and her red-diamond-shaped mask, sitting crisscrossed, nodded.

"It was super nice of Miya to let us stay here until until everything gets sorted out." She hums while nodding her head side to side with glee.

"Oh please." Adalae tuts, sitting upside down in front of her and letting her head dangle a few inches from the floor. "She only did it just because she needs us for something. I know it. People like her always have some type of end goal in mind."

Koko chuckles and leans her chin onto the metal rail. "You seriously don't want anything to do with her, do you?"

"What? She started it with me the very first time we met! I hate her attitude. I hate the way she talks to us. And I hate the Federation, which she so happens to be apart of!"

"Haha!" Kyamyo chuckles. "Aw, come on. You can't hate her that much!"

"Kyamyo... If you only knew how much I loathe her. This is probably the worst predicament we could be in with that Ya'valtian." Adalae responds.

"Apparently, she's only half Ya'valtian according to the Captain. And besides, now that I think about it, we haven't actually seen many of them here to begin with." Koko points out.

Adalae nods her head, kicking her feet into the air. "Yeah, true... According to that girl bot that was with us, they're only one-third of the entirety of this Aestero Pol place. I assumed they were the ones in charge here."

Maxim stops twirling in his chair, gazing at a large gift basket in the form of a clear-capsule full of vibrant-colored plump fruits and snacks sitting in the middle of the bed.

"You think she would mind if had some of that food in there?" Maxim inquires with a lick of lips.

"I think, you know the answer to that... Why don't you just go downstairs and use what's in the kitchen like everyone else? They have burgers and those chocolate truffle thingies that can be blasted in the microwave and cooked in seconds."

Maxim groans and continues to spin his chair. "Gaah! Too much work!... Hey, Kyamyo, could you go make something for me?"

"Okay! What do you-"

Adalae nods his head and glares up at Maxim. "He has legs and arms last time I checked. He can come down and make it himself."

"Jeez, what's taking them so long? Do you think they're getting registered in the Q too?" Koko sighs then flops onto the white bed.

The front door beeps twice before sliding open smoothly.