The ship shifted, and so did Drak's stomach. He felt uneasy as the gravity shifted with his body. He closed his eyes trying to think of other things. He thought of ships crashing, blowing up from blaster fire, and air locks opening unexpectedly. He thought of giant space worms and asteroids smashing a ship into a cloud of fire and dust. Nothing about this trip was going to be easy.<br/><br/>Finally the gravity stabilized, this must have meant they were in space. Then everything shifted, it must have been hyperspace. It gave him a bit of ease, but knowing they could crash into a moon or a star if Meena did any miscalculations he needed something to calm his nerves. He needed a drink. He got up off the bunk bed, and started exploring. The ship had a circular hallway, with various rooms, including an engine room, a cargo bay, and the captains cabin. He quickly peered into it, and it didn't seem all too lived in. Meena mentioned she preferred the cockpit, but he wasn't sure why. Maybe Meena liked to look upon the stars, or she wanted to be ready to take the helm at any moment. He figured he would avoid the cockpit for now.<br/><br/>He found one last room, some sort of recreation room. More importantly it had a bar.<span style="font-style: italic">Thank the force,</span>he thought in relief. He couldn't imagine several days with Meena without a drink in his hand. He wasn't sure how long they'd be in hyperspace, but seeing as they were headed to the mid rim, he knew it would be too long. Drak walked to the bar and rummaged through the cupboards.<span style="font-style: italic">Come on, where's the whiskey?</span>