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Please rip this bad boys apart! Comments highly desired.

She was hungry very hungry. It was not the hunger from lack of nutrition but the hunger of one who had not had contact with another being in months. After 3 months of being part of a machine having it take care of all her needs she wanted to talk, to move, to eat.

The ship was finally slipping into open space. This is when she would be able to leave her command seat. The darkness encompassed the small cabin. No stars, suns, or planets and their light and gravity to pull the ship off course and needing a living being to keep it on course.

She could extricate herself from the piloting chair. She peeled her finger pads out of the something or other controls signaling to the ship to go to automatic pilot. She stretched them and began the long task of removing the electrodes from her body suit. As she worked on the process she thought about her decision to take this job. She had taken this run not for the money but to be able to clear her head  before she dealt with the crisis her family will create from the simple transaction of the divorce. She had like Julian but they had nothing in common and neither could maintain the marriage for the sake of the alliance between their families. She hoped that he had faired well at least on Cersis the alliance was not the paramount reason for the arranged marriage. Pandora was not like that, Pandorans wanted alliances to “strengthen family”, even without the possibility of descendants. She had never understood that.

Pulling the last electrode out she was free to move.  Her tails twitched at the thought. Company without politics. Conversation without pretense. She stood stretching her body. The cool air of the cabin sent her fur tail around her body while the throb of the engines made her balance tail stick out. She was glad to be alone as she hated her lack of control over her own body when she stood after sitting so long. She felt a little unsteady on her feet. Although the ship had exercised her muscles as she flew it could not take the place of real movement.

He hunger to eat returned. She began to move towards the cryo-chambers and the food replicators. The emptiness of open space made her lonely. She knew that it was often a practice of pilots to wake a passenger in open space to while away the hours. Although technically against company policy it was never punished and often the cryo-logs would have messages and information about the passengers that would let you know who could be woken.

In a little over a week she would be entering the Oberon system. Her first scheduled company was the medical officer that she would awake in five days. He would awake the others and they would have two days to recover before making port.

She would not get rest or be able to break personal communication silence until after she slept.