The morning found her like any other, strewn across her bed with her arm draped across her face, blocking out the distant light from the star within the system.  The chill of space had kept her half beneath her covers and the sound of the hull groaning distantly reminded her that the forces of space were ever presently trying to tear her ship apart.<br/><br/>A groan signaled her movement as she shifted over onto her side, then onto her belly, extending her hand for her time piece left resting on the side table, clutching it she drew it near and examined it with sleep filled eyes.  It was still early morning, which meant she hadn’t slept in all morning.  That was good – not that any of her crew would dare wake their beautiful, yet deadly, captain unless it was of some extreme importance.<br/><br/>Bringing her legs out from under the blanket, she touched her bare feet to the metal deck, making her way through the dimly lit room towards the on-suite refresher.  Tapping the panel as she entered the lighting illuminated and she cast only a brief, and slightly narrowed glimpse towards the mirror before toggling on the shower controls.<br/><br/>Soon plumes of steamy aqua fell all around her, and she rest her forearms against the steel wall above her head, leaning into it and just letting the effects bring her senses back to her.  As soon as they returned she finished bathing herself and proceeded to dry herself and dress.  Her usual attire consisted of a pair of heavy black boots,  black form fitting trousers, a beige top and a black leather jacket, which was mostly left hanging open and a sturdy utility belt, complete with all her tools of the trade, including a pair of heavy blasters at each hip.  Today would be no different as she dressed and ran her fingers through her still wet hair and exited her cabin.<br/><br/>The<span style="font-style: italic">Aparte</span>was small, most of it’s interior space had been devoted to providing the necessary mechanics to powering the massive engines at the rear of the vessel, making it swift and maneuverable.  What part of the ship hadn’t been devoted to those systems had readily been converted into food stores with some areas left over for more valuable storage.  Even so, the<span style="font-style: italic">Aparte</span>wasn’t meant to be a glorious Credits Galleon meant to haul the Remnant’s bank reserves from one place to the other.  She was an interceptor craft, meant to spring the trap, hammer a target down and prevent their escape into hyperspace while backup came in to retrieve the larger valuables.  It also meant she and her crew got the lion’s share of credits when their spoils were sold off.<br/><br/>Yet the harvests had grown sparse over the last few weeks,  with the Alliance and the Imperial Remnant battling it out in their local sector, it made conveys stray away, runs were growing short as battle was likely to happen anywhere at any time.  With things in the galaxy already so fragile in the forty years since the Battle of Yavin, no one wanted to risk losing their fleet in a conflict zone.<br/><br/>Today though she was feeling lucky, stepping into the bridge of the vessel she was immediately greeted by her first mate, a nod exchanged between the two as her chair was made ready, sitting in it she tugged the datapad off the armrest and peered over the latest shipping lane reports.  A brief conversation was held between the two as she inquired about the events of the night.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“Helm, bring us out of the shadow of the moon and on a heading of three-zero-one.   Lets see if we can find some transports straying off of the Braxtant near Bandomeer.”</span><br/><br/>Lounging back she looked back to her first mate, resuming the earlier conversation before she’d retired to bed.  Wanting to know more of this tale of his exploits in the gambling rings prior to joining her crew.