Caelum had been up since the early hours of the faux-morning after a sleepless night (or whatever passed for night on a ship that never sleeps), tinkering with the holographic star map installed in her cabin. It was stylised, of course, and the database of colonies was by far out of date as they had all been ruthlessly destroyed by the Forms. She reckoned that at some point she should delete them from the program, erasing them like chalk on a blackboard when faced with a wet wipe, but it hurt to think that any surviving humans would not know what the great human empire had been like without the knowledge.

As the captain's voice chimed in over the intercom, the navigator twirled her hair around her fingertips. Lewis – she'd forgotten about him, or at least tried her best to, knowing that the service would be inevitable and mandatory to attend. That was another thing that [i]hurt[/i] – burying friends. As it was, the closest thing to formal wear she had was a slate grey jumpsuit as almost all of her clothes were garishly cheery and orange. It would have to do, she decided, coupling it with an old dress shirt that wasn't really hers and at least three sizes too large.

Caelum considered skipping breakfast – fruit parfait in what would be the middle of winter on Earth seemed [i]wrong[/i], somehow – but, as always, she enjoyed the company of her fellow crew members. Heading down the halls and into the small cafeteria, she took a table in the corner, fiddling with a condensed version of her aforementioned star map. Funny how she was okay with working overtime to find a new home now that it was a matter of survival.