"It's not really home." Melinda Larkinson sighed.
The mech pilot looked out of the porthole of the Forbearance, the fleet carrier of the Larkinson Family.
To Melinda, the Larkinson Family had been drifting ever since it evacuated from the Bright Republic.
The trauma of getting betrayed by the Bright Republic and getting dragged into Ves Larkinson's willful conflict against the Friday Coalition had pushed many family members to the brink.
Too many Larkinsons became unmoored from their lives. Nothing became familiar to them anymore as they could no longer return to the warm and green Larkinson estate.
Instead, the Larkinson Family had begun to live in massive metal coffins in space. Although there were plenty of opportunities for Larkinsons to go on shore leave on whatever planet their modest fleet was orbiting, few family members wished to stay on the ground for a long time.