The Admiral passed a cup of coffee over to Retholis. A little steam escaped its surface as he sniffed at it. She then grabbed her own cup from the coffee table in front of him, then sat in a chair across.
The two of them looked at each other as they took quiet sips of their drink.
Around them was the Admiral’s makeshift office and some of her self-defined kinetic furniture. All in all, it was pretty barebones. Certainly nothing like her cutting-edge lab in her high-tech asteroid base.
But she made do.
There was a desk with a well-used terminal on it. It was flanked by mostly bare shelves, and in front of it were the two highly comfortable chairs they were now using. Between their chairs was the coffee table with a fresh pot of coffee on it.
Retholis adjusted himself slightly in his c
