Logan sat in the pilot seat of his newly stolen VCX transport freighter. The squeaking of the rusty screws, added to by the squeaking of the Gizka kept him awake and unable to sleep even in the moderately comfortable broken leather chair, that also happened to squeak, but despite this he felt relaxed.
Over the last hour he had managed to fix half a dozen systems aboard the starship, not the least of which was the artificial gravity on the ship. That had taken the most amount of work, though the solution had been surprisingly simple, a Gizka had gotten caught in some of the rotors and he ended up having to...remove its pieces. Unpleasant work that had been, but it had provided him with his next task, the removal of the Gizka from the ship.
That could wait however.
Vivian had spent the last few hours doing whatever within the captains cabin, and truthfully he was happy about the peace and quiet he had received because of it...well relatively. She had been crying last he saw her, and he was not looking forward to their next conversation.
Looking down at the panel before him, he realized it would be soon however. They were drawing nearer their destination.
Over the last hour he had managed to fix half a dozen systems aboard the starship, not the least of which was the artificial gravity on the ship. That had taken the most amount of work, though the solution had been surprisingly simple, a Gizka had gotten caught in some of the rotors and he ended up having to...remove its pieces. Unpleasant work that had been, but it had provided him with his next task, the removal of the Gizka from the ship.
That could wait however.
Vivian had spent the last few hours doing whatever within the captains cabin, and truthfully he was happy about the peace and quiet he had received because of it...well relatively. She had been crying last he saw her, and he was not looking forward to their next conversation.
Looking down at the panel before him, he realized it would be soon however. They were drawing nearer their destination.
