Star Wars AU Pt. XV: Scars
Aria woke with a soft gasp in a small and rumpled bunk. She moved to sit up immediately but winced and grunted and laid back down on her side, her back stinging. The room was dark but she glanced over to see the soft glow of a light switch. Moving up on the bed with her elbows and grunting a bit with the effort, she reached out, touched the button and the room lit up.
It was cramped—only slightly larger than the closet she had been locked in, but with even less space between the bunk, a locker, and a small worktable and made even smaller by the posters on the wall. There was an antique propaganda poster featuring a woman in a very un-functional-looking variation on Mandalorian armor winking and flexing with a large piece of scrap metal with the words ‘Keep Scrapping’ written in bright red aurebesh beneath her. Taking up even more space on the walls were several different blueprint-like posters that featured rifle diagrams and hastily written down arrows and note