Unfortunately, Jax cleared his vision to learn they were in empty space, traveling to another gate, three days’ distance at full burn. He would have stayed longer to contemplate the ship’s impending demise, but like clockwork, time came to empty his bowels. Wormhole travel always gave him the shits.
Thank goodness the crapper was close enough to human standard to fit his body, or there might have been other problems. He’d heard stories that made his blood run cold. If he lived long enough to find work on another ship, the second thing he would inspect after his rack would be the shitter. Life was too short to not take a crap in comfort.
Against the constant chill, he threw on his blue crew jacket, which did little to keep him warm. He had thought after so long in space he would grow accu
