Darth Daiara
Metamorphosis

Lunch.
It was as mundane as it sounded. Potatoes coated in mayo, soggy bread with ham, and an apple. Cafeteria food, but food none the less. Aradia sat alone at a table, a her new ship's manual in hand as she mindlessly rolled around a bit of potato salad with her fork.
"Blue switch, exhaust panel," she muttered under her breath, straining to memorize every facet of the vessel

Ship failure, of course, being one of them.
Her brain felt sleepy-- overfilled with details. She yawned and reached for her cup of cafe, only to find it empty. Her expression fell, the bottom of the mug leveled a disappointed glance.

