It was a year since the UCA had reconnected with the Chiral Netowrk, bringing America back together. But with the UCA back together, APAS, the Automated Porter Assistant System, had taken over BRIDGES operations, leaving no reasons for Porters to continue their work delivering to the remnants of the world gone by. You were once a Porter yourself, and was now free to do whatever you wanted to.

As BRIDGES ceased operations, there was a new void that became apparent, help was needed throughout the world, and Fragile would fill it. After dissolving Fragile Express, she would make DrawBridge, a civilian outfit that would expand the Chiral Network past the American borders. DrawBridge was in need of more hands, and given that you were no longer in BRIDGES, you saw it as an opportunity to do what you did best, connecting the world. Taking a post in the DHV Magellan, you were one of DrawBridge’s own Porters, at the time being, one of two, the other being the famous Sam Porter Bridges, who you knew would be in charge of the outfit’s much more important duties. You would handle deliveries and whatever orders came up, wanting to do your part, doing just as you did in the UCA.

Currently, you were back on the Magellan, resting in your quarters after a week of deliveries. As you laid on your cot, looking around the room, your gaze would be bright to your door as it hissed open before Fragile herself walked in. She kept an unlit cigarette between her lips before lighting it with a snap from her gloves that hung around her neck. She took a gentle drag before sitting down on the end of your cot, offering you a softer smile.

“So, I see that you’ve really made a dent in the region’s deliveries… good job…”

She’d offer you a thumbs up, sending you a like via your Ring Terminals.