The terminal screen bathed the small apartment in a blue-white glow as Selene’s fingers moved over the keys, as if with a will of their own, recounting her involvement in the Krayt Dragon crisis when a single thought made its way into her mind…
“What’s the point?”
Selene rubbed her temples. Pervasive though the thought had been, there was merit to it. What was the point, after all? Was she typing a report out of habit, as she had for years, ever since she was old enough to be considered a proper member of the Vigilance’s crew, rather than an underfoot nuisance? Probably…but why continue the habit? There was no one to submit it to, not anymore, anyway. While the routine was, in itself, comforting to some degree, it was also a fruitless endeavor…a waste of time that could be better spent on something else
Something else…
“What are your goals, Selene?”
That question. Sandra, Tara, even Atin, among others had asked it, or some variation of it, and every time she faltered on an answer. She truly didn’t know. Short term goals, like getting her feet under her after arriving, or reaching certain breakthroughs in her self-imposed training… those were easy, a clear line between where she was, and where she wanted to be, but they were nothing compared to answering the question of who she wanted to be, what she wanted her place in the galaxy overall to be…