~ Half way between Coruscant and Nar Shadda's atmosphere~<br/><br/>It had finally happened what life Ada had managed to build up had come crashing down around her, just as her mother said it would. Her friends, team mates and in a couple of cases lovers were dead. She and her droids had barely escaped the attack by the storm troopers, something she never thought possible considering how good the Imperial was at training soldiers. Ada could see her entire room from her bunk each item she'd already considered selling just to keep her ship in working order. That thought was barely enough to keep her occupied, as dwelling on anything else was plain depressing. The thought of selling her ship, swoop bike or droids was something she didn't want to consider. Ada sighed then turned over in her bunk and attempted to fall into some form of sleep.<br/><br/>