I think I did it.

Finally, after sitting and staring, thinking, re-starting, muttering, cursing, sighing, wincing, pulling faces and internally crying, I think I managed a new start to Redux. Aries. 

As I said, I wanted to get a new start going before March ended and it's only the 16th. So I have succeeded. I also said that I would show you the new start, so, here ya' go. The fourth/fifth attempt at starting Redux: 

Charlie focused her blue eyes on the vastness of empty space before her and tried not to think about the lack of coffee in her cup. Despite the fact that it was nearing one in the morning and she’d be warned by Rhodes, their on board head Doctor, not to drink caffeine at such irregular intervals. But Charlie loved the dark substance too much.

            And they would be back on solid ground in less than three days anyway. A smile curled her lips as she sunk further into the pilot’s seat. Her feet were crossed at the ankles and propped on the control panel, a bad habit she’d picked up from Zach, her pilot, and let her close for a brief moment. She let the light hum of the ships engines lull through her, settle deep and low in the depths of her bones and provide a comfort to her. It wasn’t anything noticeable, but once you’d been flying in space, deep space for years, a person started to feel it.

            She opened her eyes again and looked at the screens in front of her. The entire wall before her was a slight with four large screens that showed the view to each side of her ship Redux. Once they were back in flight the views would change to the front of the ship across all four screens. The stars winked at her. They spoke of untold secrets waiting to be discovered. But the stark contrast of the pervading black turned her stomach with an uneasy jump. The black went on forever.

            Those thoughts were shook from her head and replaced with the idea of fresh oxygen, rather than the recycled air the crew were forced to breathe so far away from Earth. Fresh food rather than the re-heated food packages. And Arreton lake. It had double in size over the years and Charlie loved to spend her time off in the quiet areas of Hale Common. The small area had withstood time and despite the fact that it was quiet and almost deserted at the best of times, it was one of the few places she could keep to herself.

            The cup that sat in her hands, cradled against her chest to trap some of the warmth inside, was brought to her lips. She pushed a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear and eyed the little clock in the corner of the bottom right screen. Twelve fifty three. Usually one of her pilots would be on duty, but both had been pulling awkward shifts that she hadn’t authorised. The first few days back on Earth were always spent with them sorting out their sleeping and Charlie would often shoo them to their rooms. Her sleep cycle could be sacrificed. Theirs couldn’t. 

            She sipped at the last dregs of warm coffee and pulled the still warm cup to her chest with pursed lips. 

Happy Writing.