Chapter Nine
TIME MOVED AT TWO SETTINGS on any ship: glacially slow or at hyper-speed. Over the next few days, Max barely had time to exchange words or stolen kisses with Inrit. Between her engineering and maintenance duties and his job in security, they were working on inverted schedules and busy at all hours.
While Max was the main muscle on the ship, he was not the only crewman responsible for security, and he’d taken to training with his team at all hours. They drilled for pirate attacks and rogue fleets, for aggressive merchants and stranded military vessels. The risks to one craft flying alone were myriad and from his time at Nina Station, Max had heard of too many accidents and skirmishes to count.
The glitching progressed, but there had been nothing as catastrophic as his first
