![]() ![]() No, I'm trying to find out how to change the ship's registration.Īs soon as he said it, Shax wished he could take the words back. You're figuring out the nav calc since you royally screwed the jump out?Ī prince has no choice but to screw up royally, Shax murmured. The lights flickered out, so down here on the corridor floor is the only place I can see any damn thing at all. When I tried to page through the manual in the pod, the screen froze and the console spit out reams of plasfilm. Verin's broad frame, head topped with his curled ram's horns lit from below by the floor runners, was a bit too ominous for comfort. ![]() ![]() Why aren't you in the fatherfucking pilot's pod? Sulfur-laden steam accompanied Verin's next snorted breath, his clawed feet scraping the deck plates. Oogamous transport? What in blazes?Ī huge shadow blocked half the meager light from the corridor floor runners. Maintenance… mattress settings… navigation readouts… nitrogen storage… That's absurdly specific. Shax clutched the penlight between his teeth, trying desperately to prevent the plasfilm sheets from slipping out of order again. Frankly, it wasn't how a ship should treat anyone. ![]() This wasn't how a ship should treat a demon prince. ![]()
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