You take the ship back

Geronimo! you think to yourself as you throw a grenade between the men walking towards the docking ramp.

—— SKILL CHECK PASSED: GUNSLINGER ——

Seconds later, yet before anyone could do anything but to say a mere quack, the awaited explosion arrives, you promptly taking care of anyone who looks alive enough. The few guards in the dock react, but by the time they do, you already began to mow them down. Who gave them the right to intervene in such a private matter?

You get inside the ship, and you continue to eliminate the surviving crew, your gun constantly blazing as you go onward. Finally, you arrive to the cockpit, which you find empty, close the door behind you, and suck the air out all compartments with the exception of yours.

"Nice job, Jane!" you say out loud, as you sit down on the captain's chair, the engines set to roar as the Noble Knight leaves the hangar, darting to FTL before the station's defense guns could get a target lock.

But freedom is not the only prize that you found.

A syringe? you frown in the middle of the search-through that you commenced, once all the bodies are safely tucked in the trash compartment. It has no clear writing on it, the few letters that remain rendered unrecognizable. But if the crew had the serum to make you the way you are, why couldn't they have the means to reverse it? Just in case someone makes a mistake, and injects himself with the damned thing.

But do you really want it to be reversed? After the night that you spent in the fuck-all-you-like, you have to admit, there is something for both sides of the argument here.