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Kara sighed as she entered her quarters, doffing her hat and tossing it over towards her sleep couch. She tapped the panel beside the door, keying it to close and lock, before heading over to her equipment locker . As the door sealed behind her and she approached her locker, she sighed again.
The newest transfer had been causing issues again. The wing commander reported she had been pulling parade-flight stunts in the middle of combat exercises. Impressive, certainly, but reckless. She had left the wing commander to give the official reprimands. Having been a hotshot TIE pilot herself at one point, she didn't want to be stuck dealing with the situation. Not to mention her dislike for the Junior Lieutenant in the first place.
Shaking her head, she put the events of the day out of her head. Director Isard was insistent about keeping her defense fleet over Imperial Center in top shape, so training exercises started early every day. Kara needed the sleep and stressing over this hiccup with the TIE pilot wasn't going to be any help. Carefully, she removed and folded her uniform, placing it on her desk for cleaning in the morning.
She opened her storage locker, sliding open the first in the row of drawers. Reaching to the back past her normal underwear, she flipped the hidden switch that allowed the false bottom to the drawer to be slid open. She pulled this second section out, frowning as she noticed how low she was running. Sliding out of her underwear and bra, she pulled out the next pair from her secret drawer...full of disposable pull-on super-absorbent undergarments. Carefully, she tugged them up her legs, sighing with long-felt shame as the thick pad built in pressed against her. Closing back the secondary drawer and then the whole drawer, she moved down to the third drawer in the locker, pulling out a soft, plain grey shirt and a matching pair of loose-fitting pants. She buttoned on the shirt and pulled the pants up over the diap-...absorbent undergarment, she mentally corrected herself. Couldn't allow this...problem...to get her down THAT much. It was a slippery slope from private humiliation to public embarrassment.
Closing back the locker, she slipped into bed where the exhaustion of the day quickly saw her asleep.
(Sorry if this was a bit long...trying to get some expository stuff in and all.)
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