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There was no way around it, no manner in which you could sugarcoat it, and no escape from it.
Space travel was BORING. Even with the somewhat frequent need for in-flight repairs, and daily exercise to avoid ending up with bones made from brittle glass, it still included whole lot of waiting to get from point A to point B. No cycle of night and day to rhythm your day, either. And ironically enough, while the great vastness of space was more than 99% NOTHING, you still needed to have someone awake most of the time, in case something went wrong.
Most crafts handled this by having their crews sleep in shifts. But in the case of the small, one-being-crew of the Revenger scout ship...
Krigg handled the situation by sleeping with about a dozen proximity alarms on at all times, and in small segments just about anytime, anyWHEN, and... markedly, anywhere. In the case of that specific segment of time, reclined on the driver seat of the Revenger, head lulled a little to the side as small, breathy snores escaped her open mouth. Until the deep bellow of the ship’s alarm shook the diminutive alien awake with a start and a choked expletive.
“sssssNRK- GAK!” Krigg squawked, blindly kicking out towards the source of the noise and letting out a yelp when her heel collided with the ship’s dashboard. She groaned, painful pins and needles creeping up her leg from the impact finishing to shock her awake. She sat up, readjusting her cap from its slightly skewed position and blindly pawed at the ship’s control pannel through puffy eyes until the alarm stopped screaming in her antennae.
“A’ight, I’m up, I’m up. What’s gotten you freaked out this time?” She muttered, rubbing at her eyes with the back of a gloved hand. The fog of sleep slowly clearing from her eyes, she started to scroll through the information that the ship’s sensors spat out as raw text onto the optic screens with light taps of a finger, until something caught her eye.
Proximity sensors - 38000.ka range, -108°Y 50°X 83°Z, wavelenght detection.
Krigg squinted at the screen, before hopping to her feet and leaning towards the ship’s cockpit glass, staring out into the darkness of unknown space. At first, nothing of note - just the black between stars, endlessly repeating. Then a faint, distant blink of blue and purple lights, weaving and passing through the darkness. Far away, but not so far away that the ship couldn’t notice them.
Krigg clicked her teeth, features pulled into a frown. If the lights were spacecraft, they were blurring their signal, otherwise her ship would have notified her more clearly. And hiding spacecraft weren’t usually up to anything good. The diminutive alien rested a hand on the controls of the ship, switching off the autopilot to gently nudge her own course in a wider arc, away from the blinking lights.
Best not to find out what that was, making that kind of racket in the void of space.