"We were supposed to land on Bord in 24 hours," Nolan's voice resonated through the intercoms. "But because of our necessary detour on VTX..."
"Necessary, my ass...!" Roka muttered, straining through her exhaustion.
"Right." Cero chuckled between heavy breaths.
"We will land on Borg in approximately 46 hours," Nolan continued. "Takeoff in 10 minutes! Make sure you haven't left anything on VTX, or it will be lost forever!"
"He seems in a good mood," Roka whispered, resting her chin on Cero's chest.
"Yeah." His hand moved to caress her hair. "I guess he had a good time on VTX."
"Ohhh, that's right!" Roka lay her sweaty, exhausted body on top of Cero's, who couldn't help but gaze as her sweaty breasts pressed and squeezed against him. "He must have had a good time with Angela after all."
"It's too bad we didn't get to see her," Cero joked. "She probably got on the ship, probably got into the room down the hall."
