Chapter 20Madsen approached with Phoeban coffee and handed each a cup to the three. The ship was buzzing with energy and nervous anticipation.
“How’s everyone?” Sartre asked. He barely glanced up from the multiple screens. They would be switching from auto pilot to manual soon.
“A few of them are groggy from the medication from the sleeping pods.” Madsen stood behind Sartre and massaged his shoulders as he talked. “But Natilda says they’ll be able to shake it off. She’s starting them with hot soup to get it going.”
“Well, they’ll probably want to hurry up and have their quick meal and then belt themselves in because we’re nearing Neso.”
“How many cubesats are you counting?” Owen asked. Alex didn’t respond right away but took his time to answer.
“I’m confirming one hundred fifty.” Alex
