Vega was sitting in the main mess hall, she had grown to like the human celebration of a ‘new year’ it was something her people didn’t, the idea that one day marked a better future where they could forget the negatives and rejoice the positives seemed absurd at first but it came with its own quirks. For one was her new year’s resolutions, except this year she hadn’t thought of one, and so she sat starring out of on of the many portside windows what ship had to offer, contemplating on her decision.

• Lt Vega Dal