Who: Cedron and Daeva What: An after-hours engagement Where: Daeva's quarters When: Late evening Rating: PG-13 Status: In progress
Working on the Corvus involved working fifteen hour shifts on a good day. On a bad day, that stretched to twenty or twenty one hours. Today had been particularly bad. They had picked up a transport just out of New Hall on suspicion of trafficking drugs and people and the crew had ended up under fire the moment they had unsealed the ship. Half his men had been wounded. Their suspects were now dead. Cedron wanted nothing better than to sleep, but he knew that as soon as he closed his eyes, the sights and sounds of previous hours would come rushing back. It was like the war all over again.
He climbed the stairs to the upper deck without looking left or right. There weren't that many crewmen on duty at this hour. Certainly none near the Companion's quarters. He was thankful for it. Th rumor mill was an industry in and of itself and he did not particularly want to fuel it. At the very least, not tonight.
There was a single button on the mounted console to announce his presence and he pressed it twice, to ensure that Daeva heard him. He had been looking forward to this appointment for two weeks. Current events might have delayed it, but he wasn't willing to postpone.