Anya paced about the shuttle uneasily, tapping her foot against the metal grating, she had never enjoyed flying on ships like this. To most creatures in the galaxy sitting in a ship wasn’t much different than sitting in a normal room thanks to the wonders of inertial compensators. Other people didn’t have to deal with the idea that they were shooting forwards through space at an ungodly speed, trapped in a tin can. Anya Kaine was NOT most people. Being a Miraluka she was able to see through the force, thus, things like walls and the floor were more like suggestions to her than actual physical manifestations. She could “see” through the ship to its engines and through that to the huge warship they were approaching.
Kaine’s nervousness had more to it though than simple space sickness. She was uncertain about what she was being sent to do. Today was the day she was to meet her legion of clones and assume command of them. It was unbelievable to her. She