Sanya Val Lerium
Neutral, Queen of Her people, Neko
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Location: unknown 14 days after the destruction of the facility on echol'ya
[Member="reshmar"]
Cold, silent, alone. To some sense it was a familiar feeling, but this was different. The food rations where on the other side of the vessle and almost ran out of water. Only two systems now where active and hopefully would last long enough for who ever to find her or a corpse to return to her wife for burriel. The jump from echol'ya had left the ship crippled. Sanya couldn't face to leave the cockpit again. The sight of the body held in place by a belt wrapped around the mans wrist to the railing made her feel sick. Sure she'd seen death and worse things. But when it was silent and it was a soul you tried to save. Well to put it simple the sight is horrifying.
In some degree she was in the loop of thinking about revenge. They weren't mandolorians she faced but snivelling cowards worthy of titles like dar'manda. People who where no better than Sith or the vong. People this galaxy would do better without. How many more lives will be wrecked by these cowards, how many more lives have to suffer the tyranny of these monsters. Sure she'd been accused of many crimes, the vast majority of them faulse. But the crimes they committed where in open light for everyone to see the darkness they where bringing.
Her mind began to wander more listening to the ping ofbthe beacon going off every few seconds. Bleep... bleep... bleep. The noise became easy to ignore as if it didn't exist but just listening to it reassured she was still alive. Still it helped her sleep just to pass the time.
Day fifteen
as Sanya woke her stomach began to hurt more and more. She has also just drank the last of the water she'd been sipping the past few days. Would it be easier to turn off the life support? Just to sit there and fall into an endless sleep. Would the sleep be a peaceful one? Or one of nightmares. It scared her she was contemplating the idea. "Snap out of it." She said in a broken quiet voice. "Just keep going. Camellia needs me." It felt wierd speaking to herself after all this time.
But it was enough motivation to struggle to her feet. Her hand would reach to the terminal flicking off the artificial gravity. Some rooms where still intact and made use of it. But now it was useless and in her weakens state allow her to move more freely around the ship to gather supplies...