If anyone had told Rainbird how slowly time could pass, he wouldn’t have believed it. Although it had been only two days since he’d literally run off the ship, it felt a lifetime ago.
As an officer of the Federated fleet, he was still bound by Arvid’s command, and, according to his captain, there was a lot of paperwork to be processed. Rainbird’s heart sank to think he could expect to be stuck there for at least another week.
The quarters were those assigned him as a crewman of the Njord, even though Rainbird had formally submitted his resignation citing spiritual reasons. A bitter laugh broke free. Spiritual reasons. I opened myself to Iseoy, and now no one can take his place.
The buzzer sounded, indicating a visitor. Although Rainbird would prefer not to see anyone, there was always t
