The next day was another round of clean up. The soldiers helped in every way they could and this increased the efficiency.
After two weeks, First Unit prepared to head back to the capital.
The journey back was quiet. The transport's engines thrummed beneath their feet as the soldiers sat in silence.
Through the reinforced glass panels, the view of the vast void stretched endlessly, speckled with distant stars.
Fu Ling sat near the rear this time, chin resting lightly in his palm, gaze fixed on the streaks of light that elongated outside as the ship glided through warp. One would think he was admiring the scenery but his eyes were glazed over, showing he wasn't seeing anything that was happening out there.
Beside him, Xandros had his arms crossed, head
tilted back against the cold bulkhead, seemingly asleep.
