A couple of hours had flown by. Kentaro found himself sitting cross-legged on the lounge carpet, cards fanned out in his hands, while Shogo, loud, smug, and somehow lucky, swept up yet another victory in Goldfish.
Kentaro clicked his tongue, glaring at his hand of useless cards.
"Guess people do get hired to do nothing," he muttered under his breath, not hiding his disdain.
Shogo leaned back with a theatrical flourish, tossing his cards down like he'd just saved the world. "No, my dear Kentaro, some of us are simply born winners. It's a curse really, hehehe" He placed a dramatic hand on his chest.
Before Kentaro could throw his remaining cards at him, a deep hum resonated through the ship. The floor vibrated lightly as the engines decelerated. Tenka pushed herself off her commander's chair, hands on her hips, and raised her voice.
