Eric rubbed both his hands on his face as he tried to regain balance, he stretched his back and arms then laid a gentle kiss on the back of the storage mechanic he slept with. She had red hair and green eyes, he loved redheads. She sat just next to him, covering her breasts with the dirty orange sheets. He laid another soft kiss on her shoulder and stared into her eyes, appreciating her beautiful face. Eric played with her hair, then tugged it behind her ears. "By the Force, you are gorgeous." She subtly blushed and chuckled a little. "Amy, you are too beautiful for a storage bay mechanic, what happened?" Eric was drowsy still, he got up and opened the drawers beside his bunk. He had a bottle that stored some pills, he spread some on his hand and swallowed them. He then noticed the not so cheerful visage of his mistress. "Amy? seriously?" She cried. "Oh damn, I'm so sorry Lehadi, I don't feel good. My head's not itself today." Lehadi threw away the sheets and madly grabbed her cloths and wore her pants and bra, she carried the rest of her mechanic uniform and went for the door. Eric grabbed her hand and apologized, begged her to stay. She violently dropped Eric's hand, "this is a waste of time, unbelievable," she went out and shut the door hard. Eric's head began to clear up, the pills' started to take their effect. "Fuck!" Eric muttered madly. Eric let out another fit before wearing his rebel uniform, he grabbed his blaster rifle and took some time to give it a quick polish. Turning off the lights and closing the door, Eric stood outside his quarters and waited to fully regain his healthy state of mind. He never could sleep ever since he joined the Alliance, too much killing. But they were Imperial scum, he would always tell himself. He hated them much more than the dirt in the sole of his boots. A rebel pilot passed by Eric and told him they were almost there, one hour tops. He was Eric's friend, Tommy. Eric zipped up his outer vest and looked across the corridor, it was Amy, she stood with Lehadi. "Crap."