Padawan Tano blinked sluggishly in the dark corridor of the assault carrier; the simulated nighttime of the ship seemed an odd choice, the nature of their vessel required hands on-station at all hours of the day, and there was hardly a preset time to adhere to in the depths of space. Regardless of the superfluence, many non-combat and/or non-infantry personell (herself included) had chosen to take advantage of the vague approximation of planetside normalcy, and synchronize their scheduled rest periods to the darker hours of the cycle.

Even still, the currently disgruntled torgruta found herself meandering throughout the halls surrounding her quarters-a hair’s breadth from the sleep she so desired, but still unable to keep from stumbling around in the dark. It was good that the Jedi onboard were designated abodes separate from that of the standard crew, as there were none to witness the padawan’s less than modest nightwear; clad in naught but an ill-fitting shirt, fabricated from some miscellaneous animal’s hide, the hem of her baggy clothing resting loosely atop the bloated curve of her flabby stomach. As one fist balled up to knead tired eyes, the other scratched idly at her midsection, sinking into the orange flesh with a burbling slosh after eliciting a wet belch which caused her sensitive horns to capture the entirely of her surroundings in perfect detail, her species’s natural echolocation triggered by the loud eruption. The noisy repositioning of her internals hardly conveying the image of a picturesque Jedi that had been plastered atop countless propaganda posters throughout the inner rim.

Wiping the drool off her chin, Ahsoka glanced down at the small pile of leather garments that impacted the grating below with a wet slap; the tube-top and shorts had been a matching pair of Aayla’s, the older Twi’lek opting to wear sturdy, maneuverable gear to accommodate her intensive lightsaber style. Obviously that meant the clothing was a tad more resilient than it’s owner had been, and whilst the outfit bore a significant amount of wear it had still managed to escape her insides relatively intact-something that could not be said for the rest of her stomach contents.

She stared at the offending material for a few moments before stumbling off again, inclined once again to try and find something resembling sleep before they turned the lights back on. Hopefully on the next ship her quarters would include their own restroom, so she could avoid these inconvenient nighttime excursions in the future...


Another image done up by  Ecchipandaa! Inspired by this image here, since I liked the idea so much;

https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/596232535244144651/936284757245976746/image0.jpg

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