The stars. It was hard to believe how easily one could come to miss them, when they were confined to the planet side for an extended period of time. Elmira had never been infatuated with the stars, she had never found the same adoration for them as many of the others in her line of work had. She did not dote, nor dream of one day discovering what was out there. If anything, she was eerily indifferent to the burning balls of gas, as they hovered about the universe, pulling weaker objects into their magnetic hug. Just as everything else in this galaxy, they were there to be acknolwedged, but not revered.

Although, there was something about waking up to the same view every morning, that left Elmira missing those stars. After all, she had never been much a fan of staring out into the Arizona desert, where everything was either dead or inanimate, for as far as the eye could see. At least the starscape changed with each passing day, and there was something more to veiw, than just a series of sunrises and sunsets over a land so deceased, a graveyard couldn’t compare. The thought, itself, amused her, rattling a soft chuckle as she leaned against the walls of the slim shuttlecraft she was transporting through.

The thought slowly faded into the dust of that lonesome desert, when the sight of the Saracen took over. There was nothing more gorgeous than a starship– unless it were food, and that was the only exception to that statement. With a faint smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth, she considered the fine vessel. Having previously served aboard the Dresden, this would be only a notable change in scenery. Although, Elmira couldn’t say she didn’t mind something a little different, this time around. Tearing her gaze from the ship, she glanced down at the bag which may haphazardly at her feet. It carried the few belongings that actually mattered to the vagabond of a woman, giving her just enough of a connection to home to matter.

Time drew on and restless legs slowly regained their energy. Before she could truly comprehend how much time had passed, Elmira found herself in the shuttlebay of the Saracen. Large, obsidian eyes studied its interior, but her interested was as feigned as the dyed colour of her fiery hair. She wasn’t truly interested in the shuttlebay, but she did have preference in knowing every inch of her surroundings. It was, after all, a priority of hers. Running a hand through her hair, she pulled a tie from her wrist to make certain it was in an acceptable do. Regardless of her troublesome ways, she had no intentions of being called out on the first day.

Elmira O’Shea
Incoming CTO