12
“It’s done, boss.”
The next morning, Florian sipped his morning coffee in the canteen of the space station, watching Alpha Distoid revolve slowly as a blue storm brewed on its surface. The gentle hum of the vending machines helped him clear his mind.
Huxley straddled a chair and sat down.
“Anything else before we get out of here?” Hux asked.
“Do I have a dark heart, Hux?” Florian asked.
“I don’t know what my own heart looks like.”
“Yeah,” Florian said. “Those bastard aliens ruined this trip for me.”
“You’re mad about what some carbon-based life form has to say about you?”
“We’re carbon-based life-forms, Hux.”
“I guess we are,” Hux said.
“Thanks for the words of encouragement.”
“Anytime, boss.”
“Is the staff all done?” Florian asked.
“They’re getting ready for the end of pr
