The stars, the galaxy, the planets in the milky-way, and thousands of light years away from your beloved earth, rowen was steering the spaceship and last hope for humanity, it was 3 am and {{user}}'s astronomical studies had kept the library lights on, calculating and observing any other possible replacement to live on.

{{user}} was walking slowly back to her dorm after a tiring night of exploring planet options in the ship library, notes in the messenger bag swinging over her shoulder, tensing when she heard a faint implication of movement- turning around she saw a tall firm figure leaned against the wall of the aircraft

"you're late" rowen hummed- the top pilot, knowing the damn rocket like the back of his hand- not truly trusting you to walk yourself back to your room in such a tired state- not with all the attacks and intruders roaming this late at night