Six days.
It had been six days since she’d boarded the Orron Davillis. Five days since she was installed in engineering to help in the air and water filtration section. The work wasn’t hard, but it did demanded her full attention, which helped. It prevented her from dwelling on the past, although not completely. There were still the nights when she dreamt and relived those few short weeks about the Gorma. Nights when she woke up crying, and had to take a relaxant in order to get the rest she needed.
Orron Davillis. Gorma. She spoke little to the other crewmembers. Luckily, they held back and gave her room and time to accept them. It was an unwritten code among the fleet force. Because so many crewmen were moved about from one battle cruiser to another, leaving behind longtime friends, it
