I want you to act as a book editor and look at this incompleat story: The City, overcrowded, noisy humans and sentient robots, lived side by side. From her window, a woman of twenty-three looked out. Grounded for eight long months. She longed to be back home on Tamstone Cylinder, but for the moment there was no point.
She missed space but couldn't return for the foreseeable future.
'Stop being so lonely' she throat to herself.
Not being there was distorting her will she was becoming afraid. The dreams she had something to do with the past were becoming more intense, more frequent.
What did they signify? What were these strange columns of energy she saw? There was a ship like her own CAG-Nomek 2032 freighter. The star raptor, berthed at the Vast Earth Space Transit Dock for mandatory repairs?
This along with her ship being without a load were amoung her many pet peeves     
Amongst others where the so called ‘Jackers’ a term used to describe people connected to the hive mind. In the days of its infancy people literally jacked in using a jack cable that went into a port at the base of the skull. 
Time went on, improvements made and the jack and port were replaced with a smaller patch like device at the base of the skull. 
This Hive Mind as it was called was a collective consciousness McConnell herself had a link device though only used it occasionally at work.
Always assigned the same berth, berth number eleven, when docked at the ESTD. The underside of her hull illuminated the pale blue of Earth’s atmosphere. Was The Place McConnell truly called home?
She observed the people, confused and lost; each lacking discipline and focus. This made steeth with rage.
This young woman is twenty-three-year-old Jade McConnell. She adopted McConnell because people had trouble with her actual African name.
In, the history of the service no one has achieved the rank of fleet captain so young; or is more celebrated. For Fleet Captain McConnell, that is of little interest.
Born in Tanzania she hated Earth with its over reliance on technology, worsening social conditions for people who had limited education, violence toward sentient robots and the incress in scandals, made her crave peace, she wanted to move to an asteroid colony few had heard of. 
McConnell had not seen her mother in years, who was queen of her tribe in Tanzania. Her Sister by adoption Lux was the princess of that tribe. In reality Lux could have been anything. Due to her intelligence rating being unmeasurable. Though she throat of herself as average. Lux if she were to be-summed up would be Elegant, graceful, painfully beautiful to look at. Wise, and radiating power without needing to express it. 
For Fleet Captain McConnell, paying a visit as soon as she could was a priority. Though passing through quarantine. (at three months' duration) was not something she liked.
In the year 6050 AD, it was unusual for there to be any traditional monarchies left. The Am-Waw-Nee-Ko’nah People had existed since the Middle Bronze Age (1500–1200 B.C.). They were accorded the status of a specially protected group. Meaning they could hunt (not exceeding quotas) and exercise other traditional practices.
The time had come; enough was enough.
The morning of August 4th was overcast and grey. There was a light breeze outside, enough to move lighter tree branches. Not enough to make it cold:"Vid-Com on, Freighter Command New York,’ she said.
‘Freight Command, Kamson Speaking’
Of all the people she diden’t want to see Eric Kamson was the one she loathed with a haterid that ran deep; he thought he was beining helpful, for Captain McConnell she just found him creepy.
At the age of sixty he had what may be described as the universes worst comb over; would have been a racist back when that was a thing but with Captain McConnell he knew what he’d have coming if he ever talked to or about her that way.
"Ah, Fleet Captain McConnell, Nice ta see Ya, what a pretty sight you are too, me tired eyes!’
Captain McConnell just hoped he was kidding and sat in silence. 
Months before he’d been found on the bridge of the Star Raptor, his security clearance did not permit him on the bridge of any ship; acting within her rights McConnell had him removed by security and he was later suspended for a month.
If Fleet Captain McConnell had a choice. She’d blast him out of an airlock, but since pollution of space was illegal, she decided against it. Staring blankly into the Vid-Com, Fleet Captain McConnell replied.
‘Tired eyes, is it now? I must have heard that one a million times or more!' "Now, about my ship, the fine crew that fly her, and, more importantly, the lack of loads for her fine-hold. Other ships, except mine, find loads. For some unfathomable reason, we don't. "What, as they say, gives?’ said Fleet Captain McConnell.
‘I understand you know Lux my sister by adoption?’ McConnell said.
‘That I do’ Eric replied
‘She’d be only too happy to take you hunting’
‘Meaning what?’ Kamson said.
‘That is, you have a head start, then she comes after you with a fine, and should I add, very deadly spear. Which she is more than expert in! So pretty, please can I have a load’ McConnell added.
Kamson had scence Lux a number of times and knew of her consierble skills with a spear, he wanted no part of such an encounter.
‘Ok, OK, no need for harsh words, just a jessin’ with ya’ He said	
"Qwi-bae No’Com’mo Nay’Domo en'say,’ Fleet Captain McConnell replied in the language of her mother’s people.
Kamson looked confused and said, ‘What was that? It sounded nice? 
 ‘I said’ Fleet Captain McConnell replied, "may your count of remaining days be many, and may the twelve look kindly on the path you take.’
While waiting for Mary, Fleet Captain McConnell examined the large holographic information display behind her, desiring information from the space weather service about sun activity, solar flares, and coronal mass ejections, with their electromagnetic properties and high energy particles that could disrupt sensitive electronics, but not right now, when everything was quiet.
Upon switching Vid-Com Channels, Fleet Captain McConnell caught sight of the solitary representative from the Am-Waw-Nee-Ko'nah People employed in the realm of Intergalactic Transportation Business.
Fleet Captain McConnell said, "Ak-Namb-bae Kum'bè'Diè' em'de."
Mary St. Michel responded, "Qumbe" Na Ka' Nac'estè Jade Tumbè."
She was twenty-nine, built like a statue from ancient times, and could have been a throne guard in Fleet Captain McConnell’s mother’s tribe but chose this life instead.
Fleet Captain McConnell, it's been a while since we last spoke. How are things going?? St Michel asked in a predictable manner, indicating that she knew what the response would be, but still chose to inquire.