“It’s not often I take a recommendation,” T’Raal said, leaning against the back of the command chair with his arms folded across his broad chest. “But in this case, I think it warrants some discussion.”
He’d called a crew meeting an hour after Eric had spoken to him about Zad and now all the crew were assembled on the bridge, which was way too many bodies for such a small space. Thanks to working in specialist labs for years, Eric wasn’t particularly claustrophobic, but even he wished they could open a window or something.
“Is it about getting pizza in the galley?” Sparky asked hopefully. “Because, dude, your menu sucks donkey balls. Big hairy ones.”
T’Raal leveled a look at him. “I don’t even want to know.”
Marika sniggered. “He’s kinda right, though. Pizza would be awesome.”
The War
