Ala walks through the halls of the Fraxis, running her hand along the silver-blue walls that shine new and bright. People pass her by, look at her oddly or with sympathy but she doesn’t really notice. Doesn’t really pay much attention to the people that pass her by. They may be hers, they may the uniformed officers who truly belong on this ship.

It doesn’t matter.

Tomorrow they will all be under her command. Tomorrow she’ll be a different person…