Chapter Seven
Aden arched his back and stifled a yawn. The screen on his console blurred from the effort.
I’ve got to get some sleep, he thought as he rubbed his left eye. “Lieutenant, what’s our arrival time at the next planet?”
“Eleven hours and twenty minutes, sir.”
Who’s on duty at that time? Crap, I’m too tired to remember.
He pulled up the following morning’s roster. No schedule changes during that time. Rhyes was the helmsman during that shift. Aden could live with that. Weapons officer–wait, Pavott’s shift started later. He needed her when they arrived at the next planet. After Tatton’s mistake the other day, Aden wanted someone he trusted manning the Balkan’s weapons.
“Ensign Pavott,” he said, pivoting in his chair.
The woman snapped to attention, her chin held high. “Yes,
