Facing The Sun

Old Habits Die Hard

"For better or for worse, the majority of Andromeda runs on the same time-schedule. Planets have adapted to understand both their own time-schedules and universal time, since no planet's rotation and orbit is the exact same.

Universal time was broken down by none other than Callaway, who split it up a three-hundred and sixty day year into thirteen even months, each twenty-eight days, with twenty eight hours.

The majority of the technologically advanced planets follow this time schedule, and use their own separately. It was apparent that this was necessary, as when..."

- Zenith Arraly, The Elaborate History of Space Travel

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It felt odd to share a room again.

The last time Vedrith's room was occupied by more than one person (that one person being herself) was back when she had a team. Two entire years ago, going on three.

Vedrith would have never guessed that it would happen again. And yet, here she was, graciously allowing Ivis to join her instead of leaving her in a guest room. Which, yes, HQ did have. Vedrith could have gotten away with it, too—since Whitlock never specified how far her supervision went... but the idea just didn't feel right. Leaving Ivis alone for that extended period of time would not only be risky, but would some-what go against the few morals she still had. Well, that and at the time she felt too tired to care or to even attempt to go to such lengths for little reward.

What a marvelous day she had—Vedrith was scolded by Yael, then pestered by Whitlock, pestered by Tsara, pestered by Whitlock again, then also pestered by Tsara again along with Clodi and Dia.

It was ironic, because the only person Vedrith hadn't felt pestered by yesterday was the very one she had given the nickname 'pest' (A nickname she needed to start using again pronto, since Vedrith would be stuck with her.)

Vedrith wasn't too sure how to feel about Ivis. She was a rather troubled individual, Vedrith could see, but oh—she was so hard to deal with. One moment, it would look like she was fine, and then the next, she would go feral. It felt like Vedrith had to walk on eggshells around her to avoid putting her off—which she learned the hard way. There were still faint bruises on her neck, after all.

At least she said sorry, I guess. It was more than what Vedrith ever did, in both aspects. Vedrith's assaults were always verbal, and she never apologized. She was too prideful. "Your pride will be the death of you, VV." Her brother Erin once told her when she was young.

Shit, it almost was, too. He was almost right.

Now, Vedrith lay awake in bed—trying desperately to fall back asleep and push away the new day's tasks (hint, it wasn't going well.) Realizing that she was destined to fail, Vedrith pulled herself out of bed, and forced her limbs to move. Moons, she needed that rest. Ivis probably did... too..? Wait—

What in the twelve moons is she doing?

Alright, if Vedrith's eyes did not deceive her, Ivis was currently sound asleep—which wasn't the strange part. Not at all. In fact, she looked very comfortable... on the floor. Ivis was sleeping on the floor.

Yeah, that can't be normal.

If it hadn't already been clear to Vedrith, this officially confirmed it: Ivis. Was. Weird.

But hey, Vedrith kind of was too—not that she would ever admit it. However, this was a different kind of weird—because Vedrith was the 'I refer to my ship as I would a person' type of weird, not the 'I sleep on the floor and shoot people' type of weird. It was completely different.