<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6b/005A.jpg) </div>The bridge of the Black Jack…<br/><em>tap tap tap tap tap</em><br/>Boredly Edie taps the console to her left, her head resting in her upturned hand on her right. She stares down at the command console in front of her, looking over the ship status once more. She’s not sure why she continues to stare at it, maybe she hopes it’ll change somehow. But she know it won’t. She sits up now in the comfortable pilot’s chair, patting the status screen as she speaks in a light tone.   “I know, you’re hungry too, huh baby?” She’s sure if Black Jack could talk, she’d say she was hungry indeed, just like Edie was.<br/><br/>It hasn’t been two weeks since she joined the crew, and already things are looking bleak. Maybe this wasn’t such a grand idea, joining this crew. Not if this is how things will always be. She shakes her head as she turns in her chair, getting those thoughts out of her head. Come on, she’s had it worse. She’s seen much worse. She’s got to have a little faith in the captain, in her crew. Faith she does hope isn’t misplaced.<br/><br/>Now Edie pushes herself to her feet, she needs to stretch her legs a little. She paces very slowly across the bridge, her hands reaching up behind her head to pull her long dark hair back into a ponytail.   “Okay.. we’re near… Three Hills…”  Her blue eyes look upwards a little as she paces back and forth, her hands kind of absently clapping together, and then snapping her fingers in rhythm.   “New Melbourne’s probably closest… if we could get there, probably be able to get some fish. Lots and lots of fish…”  she shrugs her slim shoulders as she makes a soft groaning sound. Her hunger is clouding her thoughts.  “Wait.. We’re right next to Three Hills..”   she mutters, and she slaps herself in the forehead. Yeah, her hunger is definitely clouding her judgement. Once more she plops down in her pilot’s chair and turns a little in it, reaching under one of the consoles into a little bag she has stowed there. From it she pulls a small piece of protein ration, wrinkling her nose as she kind of devours it.   “Three Hills.. Conrad has a lot of people.. mebbe lots of jobs.. or somewhere to get off this boat.”  She says to herself with a small grin. She leans back in her chair and pats the console to her right as she speaks, glancing up.   “Oh come on, I wouldn’t leave ya high and dry.”<br/><br/>She then realizes something. She sits up a little and looks out the forward view, her brows furrowed. They can’t go very far, but maybe they could improvise if they got to any world. Conrad is a good choice… but getting even there is risky. She’s… fairly… sure… kinda… that she could get the ship down in one piece with the limited amount of fuel. But if they did burn up in the atmosphere… well that’d solve their fuel and hunger problems!<br/>