Ava Dark Biographical Data and Logs

[TrexelCat]

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Ava awoke with a start in the cockpit of her ship. Her hands darting from being crossed under her breasts to a tight grip on the arm rests just behind the control sticks for controlling the ship. God she hated dreams like that. Dreams of failing. Imagine that, someone like her dreaming. Though it was always the same dream, she's trying to escape somewhere and fails. Slight variations as she makes slightly different choices each time. But they always seem to end the same. Someone shooting her. And then she wakes up.

Ava stretched in her seat, reaching up to press her fingers against the edge of the control panel above her. "Ship, how far to the jump gate?" She asked as she slowly started to pull herself out of the pilot chair to move into the rear area. "One hour and forty minutes." The mechanical male voice responded. Yawning a little she moved to open the footlocker near her bed, pulling out an MRE and looking it over. "Freeze dried chili." She then tossed it back into the footlocker and allowed the lid to close on its own. "Not sure why they bother naming them, they all taste like Styrofoam."

She then stood and moved over to another panel that showed the readout of her cargo and the condition of said cargo. Everything seemed to be in order. "Ship, maintain course. Avoid trade lanes." Why she had to avoid trade lanes for a shipment of Aluminum she may never know. But, the client was paying extra for the extra time it was going to take. So no use in complaining.

"Confirmed." Ava knew the ship was fully capable of handing jump gates on it's own. Not just her ship, but just about every ship around had an autopilot that was used to transit jump gates, trade lanes, automatic docking. Was nothing really for her to do at this point than sit and wait. In fact, most of her runs were like this. The ship did most of the flying, and she was just along for the ride. But, every so often, something happens and she's needed at the controls.

And so Ava did just that, sat down on her bed and reaching over to a shelf she grabbed a book. Moving to lay back on the bed, she opened the book and started reading.

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