Lonely Lonely Shadow

Inside the cold prefabricated walls of the military starship''s fourth-floor bedroom, the girl sat on a plastic stool, her feet flat on the floor in front of her and her hands politely placed in her lap. Her desert red hair was pulled into a loose bun behind her back and she wore the uniform of the Imperial Navy. She is young—a teenager—but her freckled face bears the telltale signs of stress, she speaks in a low, tired tone, and stares dully at the camera pointed at her from across the room. .