"An attitude like that just might let you survive long enough to become experienced."

"You are a bastion of optimism," says Nariveth, dry.

"I have survived all my learning experiences to date. I am entitled to a little optimism."

Smile.

"Okay, that's my major questions answered, I should probably go get some sleep - anything you recommend I should do to prepare before I go sleep? ... Where even am I sleeping, actually."

"Down the hall, second door on the left. The big bunk is Khem Val's, otherwise you may have your pick. I will wake you when we arrive, if you are not up before then."

Nariveth nods, grabs a final cake and turns to go, then pauses.

"... Oh, do you want to see my lightsaber, first?"

"If I may." Occlus holds out her hand.

And here is Nariveth's lightsaber!

She's terribly proud of it.

Occlus turns it over in her hands, inspecting it. She ignites the blade, and nods at the purple glow. Turning it off, she floats it back to Nariveth.

"Fine craftsmanship. Well done."

"Thank you," says Nariveth, ducking her head a little. She takes her lightsaber out of the air and clips it back to her belt. Is it weird to have a lot of affection for one's lightsaber? Eh, of the weird affections available, it's not the creepiest. She doesn't like it in a murder way, anyway.

"Good night, then."

She heads down the hall to the second door on the left. She has the presence of mind to remove her boots and outer robe and arrange them neatly by her chosen sleeping location, but after that she is out like a light. It's been a long day. The next is probably going to be longer.

In about eight hours, she stirs awake. She doesn't have any experience sleeping in, so why should she start now? Up she gets.

Andronikos is in the galley again.

"Hey there, kid. You hungry?"

... She actually doesn't take offense to being called kid. She's not used to it, but she doesn't find it objectionable.

"Hey. I am! Are you going to feed me?"

"That's about half my job description, yeah. What d'you like in your omelettes? We've got some of just about everything."

Oh dear, someone is going to have to explain to him that she was a slave and her dietary choices have been few and far between, and as a result her preferences are pretty nonexistent. Well. Aside from 'has calories' and 'will not make her sick.'

"I'm not picky. ... Nothing spicy, please."

Not her, though! Screw that.

"All right, one with everything bar the Kuati peppers, coming right up."

And here it is!

"Thank you!"

Food! She digs in. It's a bit bizarre, but she still can't really bring herself to care. It assumingly has some mixture of the following: calories, protein, and vitamins. And it's better than ration bars and gloop. So she'll take it.

"How long until we're planetside?" she asks, between bites.

"We'll be coming out of hyperspace in a hour or so, then there'll be a bit of fiddling to get us down. Last reports said that the space battle had mostly died down, so there shouldn't be too much trouble."

"So, time for me to run to the refresher and be somewhere in the arena of presentable. Okay. ... Are there extra clothes for me or am I working with just what I brought?"

"Check the cargo bay for a case with your name on it. I think I heard her say something about spare robes..."

"Oh, good. I'll go looking."

But first, she has an omelette to finish.

She doesn't have any questions to ask and doesn't feel like chatting, so unless Andronikos has something to talk about, she'll just eat in silence.

If she doesn't want to talk, Andronikos is not going to force it.

In that case, once her omelette's finished she thanks him again, puts up her plate and utensils, and heads off to look in the cargo bay for a case with her name on it.

There it is, conveniently near the door! It is filled with a selection of robes in her size. She may have her choice of black, black, or if she's feeling bold, black.

Well, she's a traditionalist, so she'll have to go for the classic color of black.

She has a shower, rebraids her hair so it's as neat as possible, and then because she's still got a bit of time before it's time to go, she goes to see if there's a place to scrounge up a bandage or something for her singular injury from the academy. Even if it's just a scratch, she'd rather avoid it getting infected. Or reopening and bleeding everywhere, or something.

There's a small med-bay next to the refresher. She can find a kolto patch of approximately the rght size in one of the drawers.

While she's there, the realspace reversion chime sounds.