Stormrage was not moved and too tired for a protracted battle of wills as she moved to set her armored vacc-suit down next to the bed neatly on the floor pulling her Blaster powercell from the suit's belt compartments, she replied with sanzai somewhat frostily and without focusing it in a private sending but a general one perhaps from fatigue but not likely, { "I understand your concerns, Twilightsaber but just as you have directives to accomplish on this mission... I too have directives that I will also accomplish as well. Directives that come directly from Torrai Command... were Copperspear conscious she would inform you of them but such is not the case. No, I will not reveal all of those directives to you... but I will not fail to accomplish them. It is not my emotions that are out of control... sometimes.. I actually enjoy my tasks. I will not jeopordize the mission. I have just as much interest in seeing it succeed, but I also have my orders. I am going to rest now.. we can ...discuss things when I'm rested. We need to establish a Soroin guard... or watch... even if unarmed at our shuttle. I'll organize a duty regimen when I'm rested. And I still think you should push for our shuttle to be considered a diplomatic Loroi Union Embassy in Extremis. But that is a... 'discussion' for when my head is not throbbing in pain... Rest well crewsister." }Suederwind wrote: {Stormrage, this is not the time for personal experiments with those humans. Keep your emotions under control or I wont be that friendly next time!}
Storm draws her blaster and and loads it, detaching her holster from her bioplas armor and setting it on the nightstand next to her bed along with her Psi-amplifier circlet. Then she goes to the lavatory turning the shower on she steps in letting the refreshing water pour over her as she unseals her bioplas crewsuit armor and under the stream of water undresses... letting the bioplas armor absorb the hydration ...crude as it is to replenish itself. The normal storage rack in a Loroi sleeping suite would have a much more efficient means to repair/nutrient enrich and 'feed' a bioplas suit but this would do. Finished she let the water pour down and clean her hair of the day's fatigue. She was uncertain of the bottles of cleaning solution within the shower so she ignored them.
Stepping out she found a closet with many jumpsuits and spare hangers and hung her bioplas armor on one of them. The hairdryer was a convenient discovery and she made use of it joyfully as she toweled off dry... but still nude. She pondered what to wear to bed as her bioplas was still wet slowly absorbing the hydration and bodily wastes from her skin for sustenance... she then glumly considered she had not eaten anything in many hours. But figured it would be best for Paiad and Softsapphire to figure out what in the human food stores was 'safe' to eat.
Walking into the bedroom she found a dresser that had simple white clothing though it did not fully cover... she choose a large {Tee-shirt} shirt that was obviously too large fer her but did allow her to walk around somewhat covered and modestly as it hung down to her mid-thigh... at least in her room. It would do for now... as she was going to sleep. She adjusted the temeperature in the suite from the environmental controls until it was comfortably cooler in the room.
She walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up the ice pack from her vacc-suit helmet held it to her head for several minutes... until the pain subsided. She nodded slightly weariness finally taking its toll.
Then she placed the icepack on the nightstand - just opposite her blaster within easy reach. Storm pulled back the covers and curled up in the bed under them. resting her head upon the pillow. She looked up annoyed the light switch not within reach... a flick or TK power and the switch plunged the room into brief darkness... before the reddish hued nightlight above the bed slowly warmed to life bathing the room in a soft reddish light like soft dim moonlight.
Sleep came fast... and unfortunately... so did the dreams... nightmares of battle and space - brutally slain crewsisters, friends, desperate situations adrift lost in space of life & death and overarching the disproving gaze, unyielding, of her proud and aloof mother Lomisonni ‘Bright-Storm’. Her mind pondered not even consciously...
Why am I always returning to the Deathwind? Can I not move on? All my friends died there... and nothing I did mattered. Spirits help this not happen again... almost did anyways... 31 is better than 0... I should feel blessed ... why do I still feel ... failure... Mother why am I never good enough for you?
Her mind shifted to a collage of shifting thoughts and fears of deep subconscious sleep and drifting fancy... the last image being a tall dark-haired brown-eyed human marine with a sweet smile of affection... charles...