The Looking Glass broke Triumph’s atmosphere in the wee morning hours. A reliable bug had worked its way through the cracks that The Repose was en route to the planet. Joe had placed the call with dock registration, and Tyler set Alice down soft and quiet a few kilometers outside of the settlement. He locked down the non-essential systems before swiveling around in his seat. “Safe as houses,” he told their young electrician, “and all in time for breakfast.”
“That a hint?” Joe wasn’t sure at this point where he was pulling his weight more, in the wires or over the stove.
The clean shaven Kokezaru brother smirked hopping out of his chair. “Not quite, but if you want to take it as one, you won’t hear a complaint from me.”
He pushed through the cockpit opening and into the kitchen with J...Read More