The bridge was small and difficult to drive the battle chair around. A man with long grey hair was standing in front of the viewport.
“Are you the captain?” Audrey enquired, her voice echoing around the deck.
He tuned around, adorned with deep lines across his forehead and crow’s feet. in a shabby, torn blue uniform. “Yes, I am. My name is Carthage. Sorry that the bridge is so cramped. Not very accessible. It’s not a priority where this ship is from.
Audrey shuddered. “Is there anything I need to know about it?”
He rested his hand on the captain’s seat for support. “It’s more of the shock when you come back, We will be travelling close to light speed. While you are in stasis much time will pass.”
Audrey swallowed. “I know. All in service to the Emperor.”
Carthage then continued. “Well then, you should go to your pod. When I next see you, we should have arrived.”
Audrey turned and went to the back of the ship where her pod was waiting for her. It was in the center, with row after row of other pods surrounding it.
“Enter your hibernation pods,” she bellowed.
Brona went to leave before Audrey hushed, “Not you.”
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