Boze leaned away from his elbow and typed on the keyboard. He pushed the lever standing beside the Nim box, then stretched his fatigued muscles. He had not stayed up this late before. It had been a long time though. Long before he became Captain of Sky-Dancer. His bones had forgotten those sleepless days and nights without food, in a weather that can turn the sun to an ice ball. Kira made him like this, yes, she brought back old gloomy days and she will pay severely for it.
He yawned wide without covering his mouth. His stomach rumbled too as if announcing their presence. Boze was not the one to starve. His position of Captainship gave him access to any food his palate might desire. But now he was yawing like an idiot and doing the job of a common servant.
