Sahl woke up tucked into her bunk with her boots pulled off and laid neatly next to it. She did not remember how she got here, which was not new. Cody always put her into her bunk after she fell asleep on him when they were on the ship. So she stretched and pulled on her boots.
Reaching out she felt the pull of her lightsaber and went to the drawer that held it. Pulling it and the DC 17 pistol which had the holster/belt wrapped around it. Unwrapping the belt she clipped it on and hung her 'saber above her left hip. The weight of both was getting familiar, with less of a pull to one side or the other.
Looking around once she left the quarters and went to the mess hall for breakfast. Master had not risen yet and she would meditate before reversing the tranquilizer Codes had given him. If it hadn't worn off by then. Smiling quietly to herself, If Master won't sleep we'll make sure he does.
Stepping into the mess she saw some of the troopers in there talking at their tables about different things that happened on the night shift. Some of these were obviously exaggerations, and some of the speakers winked at a friend who was in on it. Walking to the line Sahl got her food before looking around again trying to choose a spot to sit.
Corric waved her over and she sat down next to him. After exchanging a good morning with everyone at the table he said, "They don't believe that the General hasn't heard of sleep. Will you back me up on this?"
Tilting her head, "I think he has heard of sleep," a few laughs, "but if he believes it is necessary for his own function is anther question."
The laughter got louder with a few calls of "told you so," and "you see!" And the conversation moved on to who was the next worst about sleep. Shal just ate and listened to everyone.