He found Craig and Navos there, studying star charts. “Commander,” the captain greeted him. His heavy, sandy brows shot together. “What is it?” “Captain, Commander Navos,” Slyde said. “I regret to inform you that I am resigning my position as co-commander of the guard, effective immediately.” Navos raised a dark, arching brow, but said nothing. Craig, however, shot out of his chair. “Resigning?” he echoed. “Great God beyond, man. You’ve been through a harrowing experience, but surely a furlough—some R&R on your home planet will fix you up.” Slyde looked him in the eye. “I’m sorry, Captain. This goes a little deeper than that. I…cannot continue to work onboard the Orion.” “This is between you and Commander Blaze?” Navos put in quietly. Slyde nodded shortly. “Ah-hah,” Craig said, realization dawning on his face. “Well. Damn.” “I am sorry to spring this on you so suddenly, Captain,” Slyde said.
