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The force of the transport’s engines kicking into shadow drive was enough to throw Morg onto the floor from his gyro bed. In a matter of ten seconds, he went from a deep sleep recovering from the effects of Cannis inebriation to a rude awakening with a small knot on his head.
Morg grabbed the nearest stable fixture and got to his feet. He could tell from the hum of the shadow drive system that the ship was moving at a fast clip into intermediate space. But who was at the main controls and where were they going?
He was still woozy from the all-night Cannis party. But, getting to the bridge and finding out what the hell was going on cleared his head.
As he entered the bridge area the aroma of female fragrance was the first thing he noticed. He believed the correct term, used on most pl
