8
“It's good to be home,” Florian said.
He stretched as his ship cleared atmospheric re-entry. The ship stopped its violent shaking and the watery world of Macalestern. The oceans were stormy and choppy, just how he liked them, and the foreboding gray skies matched his emotions exactly right now.
The ship steered toward the circular living platform— a sprawling city resplendent in the sun, filled with flying ships crossing in and out of the shadows of skyscrapers.
“Isn't my planet just gorgeous?” Florian asked, gesturing across the window.
Hux, who was sitting on the floor, watching everything with a blank face, yawned.
“Good morning, planet,” Florian said, grinning at the living platform. “How has your week been? Did you miss me?”
He clenched a fist.
“Are you ready for the s**t st
