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</div>so she knew that this was the natural order of things but after her years of servitude her mind was one of her worst enemies and when nothing was happening to distract her it began to slip into a darker place. Sounds, faces, places; all these images ran through her mind and tormented her and made her restless. The Master-At-Arms laid in her bed, eyes fixed to the ceiling as she tried to clear her mind through some form of meditation. Though it was not very succesful. Luckily distraction came with the call to the bridge, she turned her attention to her door as the sound echoed through the halls.<br/><br/>The tall human swung her legs off her bunk, her room was organised by herself to replicate that of a marine's quarters on one of the Imperial Navy's ships so it was fairly cramp but had room for a locker containing some equipment, a trunk to contain some more personnal belongings and of course her bed. The size of her room did not bother her that much as she spent most of her active time outside of it; either in the armoury or assisting throughout the ship as best she can. As she made sure everything was in the right place, she moved to the door only for a pair of bangs to greet her as the excited Mrinka ran down the hall towards the bridge.<br/><br/>She wasn't crucial to operations at this time so she did not hurry for the bridge, more or less walked slowly and to one side to allow any other more important roles to head there first but she did not want to be left out after what felt like so long in silence. Kira's attire consisted off recycled Imperial Navy uniform. A black button up shirt, combat trousers and a pair of black combat boots. The shirt looks like it hasn't seen an ironing machine in half a decade, the sleeves were torn and it had a few bloodstains which appeared to not be washing out. The trousers had seen there way through new belt buckles and buttons, general wear and tear. The boots were scuffed and tacky, not buffed in a long time for sure. Due to her dissociation with her past she keeps her arm wrapped in a bandage claiming its mainly to obscure the burns and scars she has..<br/><br/>Entering the bridge itself, Kira took a few steps to the side mainly to observe, not speaking as to distract those in their operations, she merely needed to see what their quarry might be.