Her day started normally enough. Waking up in her temporary quarters on the station, and irritably slapping at the buzzing alarm clock until it finally shut off so she could catch a few more minutes of sleep, all routine. The girl woke up several hours later, and realizing how late it was, rushed around her room getting dressed and ready, and a mere six minutes later, was out the door and rushing to the docking port where her ship waited.
Only, when she got there, things stopped being normal. Stella didn't recognize the crew slowly working on unloading the ship, not one of them. Hoping that perhaps they'd just picked up a bunch of new crew members, she headed for the port, and was stopped by an older gentleman. "Whoa there missy. Crew only onboard."
"But...isn't this the Stellar Fish? This should be, it's my ship, I'm part of the crew, it should be here..."
He held up a hand, halting the girl's chatter, and shook his head. "I'm afraid this isn't your ship." He walked over to the wall terminal, Stella trailing behind him, and pulled up the records. "According to this, your ship left the station three hours ago. I'm sorry." He headed back to the ship, leaving Stella standing by the terminal, utterly shell-shocked.
A few moments passed, then the girl slowly leaned back against the wall and whimpered. Why had they left her behind? Had the captain really been that pissed off at her last night for snubbing him yet again? She sank to a sitting position, and covered her face with her hands, feeling completely lost. That ship, as unusual as the crew had been, had been her home. What was she supposed to do now?
