Maya had been too dazed to be anything of use to the crew of the Resolute II. They still called her 'Lieutenant', and mentioned that she would probably be promoted to Captain upon return for surviving their ordeal on Hot Plate. Maya didn't remember a damn thing about any of it, the last conscious thought in her mind before that all happened was patrolling that shitty little base with her skeleton crew. For some reason, blue lights held some significance to her tattered memory... But she couldn't place exactly why.<br/><br/>She had been rescued more than six months ago, but none of that time period held any significance to her... It was like she had been in a trance. She rubbed her trim stomach, a deep sense of forlorn settling over her mind as she did so. She knew something was wrong... There was life in this tummy of hers not long ago, but she couldn't remember how, or why, or where this life had gone onto. Mostly Maya lay in her private quarters day after day after day after day, sleeping and eating whatever the crew brought to her. She was an emotional wreck, and she was not sure if she was still thinking clearly or not. She had no idea what she had done yesterday, or the day before, and this day would become blurred into the next day...