Valana sat at the holoterminal in her quarters, doing as she did every day and checking the Imperial bounties. There were a few recognizable faces, she wasn't the first to turn their back on the Empire though it seemed there were fewer and fewer familiar faces from her time in the Empire every day though. After awhile browsing the Imperial turncoats and a few of those bounties that just seemed to be permanent staples she finally decided to look at the reason she was there. It was like looking in some kind of tick mirror, the holoimage before her was definitely her face, but it was adorned with much shorter hair only reaching to the nape of her neck and with skin unmarred by the scars that now adorned her. "Crass'enn'parloo 'Sennpa': Wanted Dead or Alive for crimes against the Empire... Dead: 25,000 credits Alive: 250,000." Her lips pursed in disappointment and she shook her head just enough for her earrings to clang against themselves, making faintly audible noise. As confident she was in her abilities to evade the Empire indefinitely it was still disheartening to know that a single mistake could mean she spent the rest of a short life in some Imperial cell getting to intimately know a torture droid. [color=ed1c24]"Oh well, no point dwelling on it!"[/color] She spoke aloud to herself as she shut off the terminal and rose from her seat.

She promptly left her quarters heading to the ship's Mess affectionately referred to as [i]Valana's Diner[/i] she thought it a really sweet sentiment even coming largely from aliens. In the Academy she didn't even bother to know the Mess Officer's names. She barely had time to glance around the empty room and adjoining hallway before she was standing outside the freezer due to her quarters being so close. She quickly pulled a small key out of the right pocket of her robe and unlocked the door before replacing the key in the pocket.

As she entered Valana began to examine the shelves of the walk-in freezer. Taking mental note of the remaining quantity of cuts of each meat. They had enough Bantha and Nerf meat to host a Gammorean Wedding that much was apparent from the slightest moment's glance. She took note of the stocks of Eopie, Harvorisk and Opee as well, all sufficient enough to not be worried. Eventually she scanned over a shelf full of various cuts of Nuna and let out a slight chuckle as she recalled an assignment gone awry from her time in the Imperial Senate. She'd watched a Gran diplomat tear through almost an entire Nuna she had prepared for a formal event, the naive triclops killed himself with such voracious appetite it was almost surreal. Unknowingly sealing his fate though it would take days for the poison to take effect. It had been supposed to kill the entire Gran's entire delegation in attendance at the time, but he ate so much she had to hire a bounty hunter to silence the other two the next evening, whom she then had to kill herself with a celebratory drink for a 'Job well done'. [color=ed1c24]"Good times."[/color] she muttered through a nostalgic smile.

Her smile flattened abruptly though as she heard the ship's intercom requesting the crew to assemble in her diner. She took her time grabbing up an armful of Bantha, and Opee fillets before trodding out of the freezer. Locking the door behind her she placed the meat in a sealed climate controlled cabinet adjacent to the door before making her way to the common area. Looking over the room she took note of the parties already there, cordially smiling towards each before lifting herself to sit upon a crate near the others. Curiously awaiting what news the captain had that required the whole crew to be present.