Chapter 6
Y-Quadrant, Karrx7
Royal Palace of the Arr’Carthian
23rd day in the month of Jakus in the year 7067
Federation Time
Marruk jumped as the pain shot through his head like needles. He winced and put his hands in front of his aching eyes. His tongue felt twice as big as usual and furry, and he could have drunk a bucket of water – if he only had one to hand.
There it was again: that damn knocking at the door, and this time more impatiently than before. Could he not be left in peace with his hangover? What could be so damn urgent that it could not wait a few more hours?
The door was opened and shut again. The little whooshing sound of the door shut closed, caused another pain attack in his head and he winced again. That damn Moiwan rum. He knew what would happen if he drank that
