Chapter Four
Aden waited while the captain checked the evening’s logs. Another routine shift. That alone bothered Aden. The crew would grow complacent. With the Alliance amassing a fleet at their border, they needed to be ready. The battle raging across the galaxy would soon descend upon them.
Changing screens, Fyall cleared his throat. “Everything appears to be in order, Pendar.”
“Thank you, sir.”
The captain rubbed his bald head and replaced his cap. He stared at the display screen, one fist underneath his chin. Fyall appeared absorbed, lost in the vast amount of space stretched out in front of the Ryzell.
Aden waited, unsure of his next move. He’d not been dismissed. Interrupting the captain’s thoughts didn’t seem like a wise move at the moment. Fyall had something on his mind. Wha
