Starless Ceiling

Posted on 28 Feb 2013 @ 10:33am by Lieutenant Lilou Zaren

271 words; about a 1 minute read

"Computer, record: Chief Engineer's Personal Log, Stardate... I don't even know what day it is anymore."

Lilou swiped hair out of her eyes, staring at the vidscreen for a long time. Her fingers rested at her temple, pressing against the dermaglyphs there. The minutes ticked by. Her eyes were tired, but not from any physical sign. It was more an emotional state. A blank staring.

"Three days out," she spoke finally, "and we're finally coming up on the Rojar system. It feels like longer. It's kind of incredible, really, how much can happen in just a couple of days..."

She looked off screen as she trailed off, pulling the long length of her mouse brown locks over her shoulder and idly braiding and rebraiding different portions as she thought. "I'm still what I was. Somewhere underneath all this. I hadn't thought so, but. Sometimes there's so much you owe one person you can't fit it into a box." She sucked on her split ends for a few seconds, looking lost. "She's not going to go any faster. She can't. There's not enough power. I couldn't say that before, but..."

In the background, a pile of blankets sloughed off the bed onto the floor.

Lilou's eyes lit with infernal purpose. "Oh. Oh, yeah, of course! For-" she scrambled to her feet, still dressed in the loose sweatpants and tanktop she'd worn to bed, grabbed two PADDs from the table, and hauled out of the room. The speed of her departure left one of her little shuttles twisting on its string from the ceiling. All the way around, pause, all the way back.

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