Astra was standing gazing into a little-stained mirror in the room she was placed into. Watching her own blue eyes as she began to squint. Trying to see through the darkened oil splatted mirror. The mirror seemed to be older and worn out. As if somebody laid it down and let the oil drip and expand with layers till it dried on the reflective surface. "This isn't the coziest place..." Sighing as she grabbed her arm peering down at her feet. In a weird way, she missed the human trafficking ship she was raised on. At least that was a place to call home. 

The ship she was on then violently shook causing her to stumble and almost fall to her knees. She caught herself on one of the walls for the room was tiny. She stood there in a stance to keep herself stable as she looked around with wide eyes. "What was that?" She asked herself glancing towards the door. For a moment she waited to see if another wave would vibrate through the ship nothing happened. Adjusting her clothing and hair she walked towards the door and put the pin in. The door opened with a shrieking metallic sound from the rusty gears scraping together. Instantly she covered her ears and walked quickly out of the room. She hated that sound and she hated this place. 

Wanting to figure out what was happening. Astra started heading towards the main quarters of the ship. Hoping a crew member or captain was there for answers. The only weapon she had beside her was to her left and it was an older rusted blaster that looked like it might work.