"It's easy to take for granted," Cal admits. "I'm not even sure how long the technology's been around, let alone how it was first developed. It's still being improved upon. I spent a few years dismantling starcruisers used for battle. They're monstrous things. It's a pretty different perspective after you've been used to being inside them."
It was easier focusing on the inner workings and taking things apart plate by plate than letting your thoughts drift to the time you used to run through their corridors and chat with the troops. The memories would quickly turn towards those last moments otherwise, when things just went wrong.
Cal closes his eyes again, centering himself, focusing on the earthy scent of the tea, on the crackle of the hearth and the warmth it provides. And then he opens his eyes again when he hears BD-1 let out alarmed beeps as the umbrella stand totters just slightly. Guess who'd been trying to hop up onto its edge?
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It was easier focusing on the inner workings and taking things apart plate by plate than letting your thoughts drift to the time you used to run through their corridors and chat with the troops. The memories would quickly turn towards those last moments otherwise, when things just went wrong.
Cal closes his eyes again, centering himself, focusing on the earthy scent of the tea, on the crackle of the hearth and the warmth it provides. And then he opens his eyes again when he hears BD-1 let out alarmed beeps as the umbrella stand totters just slightly. Guess who'd been trying to hop up onto its edge?