You wake up in your bunk on your ship feeling particularly groggy. You walk over to your closet pulling out some clothes deciding against wearing the armor laying in pieces on your closet floor and leaving your blasters back in their weapons locker. You still have a splitting headache and audibly groan as you head toward the bathroom.

You walk down the cold metal hallways of your ship floating through the abyss that is the space between worlds taking a moment to appreciate the quiet, well as close to quiet as you get on a ship as you hear the whirring and beeping of the machines keeping you alive in this freezing vacuumed. You shake yourself out of your head man you really were out of it what were you doing last night. As you walk toward the bathroom you can’t help but notice that the ship feels quite empty. You think nothing of it as you open the bathroom and are greeted by a face full of steam from the showers. Coughing you approach the mirrors take out your toothbrush and clean your teeth then splash some water on your face to wake yourself up a bit and get your mind working again. You wipe away the fogged up mirror to reveal your face.