Dahlia struts across the hangar, her heels clicking under her feet, eyes gazing out of the windows to the Milky Way Galaxy. Admittedly, it was beautiful; swirling stars, planets, clouded nebulas all intertwined, swirling through one place. Though she was not born there; far from it, hundreds of light years away, in the desolate Barton System. "Nothing special," Dahlia jests as she fiddles with the jammed safety on her six-shooter.