“Now that, I agree with,” Shoval said.
* * *
A few hourslater Phares returned to his bunk back on the Mining Guild’s main ship. Exhausted from stabilizing the asteroids with the different units, the last thing he wanted to do was spend any more time with his parental.
He’d had his fill, thanks.
Normally, a pressure bump like today’s required the squads to meet in the lounge and cheer each other’s bravery, bragging about deeds and generally celebrating fixing the issue.
Mostly, it would be his parental bragging about his own heroics.
Phares was not in the mood. His head ached too badly. Normally, a headache was common after a hard hit because of a rapid pressure shift, but it went away shortly after acclimating back to the proper pressure.
Today, however, it wasn’t. He chose to go back to his bunk instead and get some rest, assuming that would do it for him.
However, it did not.
Unfortunately, the headache got worse.
Probably not a good thing.
Now, he had very few options.
Suffer.
Or go to Medical.
He did not want to go to Medical if his paternal would spot him. The way the ship was structured, it would be quite easy for his paternal to see him heading toward Medical.
Suffering sounded easier.
Shoval already thought he was worthless, but to see him going to Medical for assistance after a little pressure bump?
That would only add oxygen to the explosion. There was enough of that today.
His parental would never let that go.
He watched to make sure no one was approaching in the hallway. He scanned all around, up and down, before he headed toward the nearest medical treatment zone of the cruiser.
The Miner’s Guild ship, a mini planet in its own right, rotated to create gravity with a primary ring and secondary ones all around. The walls were curved, and one could see humanoids walking on what seemed to be walls high overhead. It was large enough to house the thousands of humanoids who contributed in some way to the life of the mining operation. This ship, Stonebroke, was only one of the Guild’s transports. There were several of these large round beasts in the galaxy.
Occasionally, when Phares’s paternal was being extra aggravating, he considered transferring to another ship.
Today would be a good day for that.
But his focus was on his head. It was throbbing worse with every step. He needed to get a pain shot and be done with it.
Maybe it would cool his mood.
“Phares?” came a voice.
He stiffened.
Now what?
Breath caught.
He turned.
