It didn’t take Anjali and Mikhail long to get settled and unpack their possessions. After all, they owned almost nothing except weapons and clothes, an old family photo and a silver goddess statue. All part and parcel of a life on the run.
Once everything had been set up and packed away, Mikhail and Anjali sat down, she on the narrow bunk and he on the lone chair, and began dividing up the shifts between them.
Since Captain Tyrone was Republican or at least had been once upon a time, the Freedom’s Horizon ran on a standard twenty-four hour day like the whole Republic. That made four six hour shifts, two for each of them.
When the ship still hadn’t taken off two and a half standard hours later, Anjali began to get positively antsy. Outwardly, Mikhail was his usual calm self, but Anjali k
