She bought the Ankhesenamun because it was cheap, and it treated her crew with the same courtesy. She needed a new ship, and when she saw it, she realized what they were missing. Mechs. It was a decomissioned UJN mech transport ready to be scuttled, but someone else had already made a bid when they got to it. Luckily Ulfbar was an eccentric man, and he was keen to let Nefertiti and her crew use the ship as their own as long as he could play music with Nefertiti. The fact that he was rich, had his own mech, and was helpful to have along in combat was a plus.

Nefertiti named it First Romance, and started a long renovation process. Tearing down extra walls, adding more "storage" to the cargo hold, replacing all the furnitures and fixtures, and generally making the ship into something worthy of a luxury yacht. Nefertiti eventually got a mech of her own, and Ulfbar's interest in her music inspired her to get her custom guitar rifle. With a new ship came new crew members, and before long Eddie was pushing their ship to new limits, Francibald was fine tuning their mechs, and with the aquisition of Jones they had an air of authority and prestige that made Rockwell's Rockets a common sight in even the highest levels of government around the solar system.

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"Rock and roll!"

The pink haired girl screamed triumphantly as she blasted the door open.

"What the hell is that thing?" Nefertiti asked Ulfbar, trying to peer around from behind the heavy metal table.

"A teenage girl?" Ulfbar's helmet was shot off his head as soon as he finished the sentence.

"Are you telling me that's her mech outside?"

"Well, it's an IWA light infanty mech, but yes, she may have been the one piloting it."

"Something tells me she ain't IWA military." The girl was spraying bullet holes in the shape of a pony.

"Maybe she doesn't actually want to kill us?"

"What makes you say that?" The table was slowly being shot in half.

Ulfbar poked his head out for a split second. "She's wearing a guitar."

Nefertiti paused for a moment, and then swung her guitar around. She waited for a lull in the gunfire, and then played a few chords.

It was quiet for a moment, and then a quick bass groove replied. Nefertiti tried a simple blues progression. The girl came back with a complex funk attack. The battle continued until they were playing something quite nice together.

"You know, girl," Nefertiti called out, "I think I like you."

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