“Ah, Its ok friend.” Light said, picking up on Senjen’s disappointment via his armour lightpads. He patted his robot head. “You’ll get your chance soon, I promise. How about you put it to use helping me with ship tasks, hmm?”

Light spent the day in transit busying himself with minor repairs. While Jess was more capable, he didn’t ask her out of her respect for her status on this job as the employer, or at least the broker. When they were approaching their destination, he finished off by feeding the organic doormat and small collection of pot plants Senjen had collected over the last couple of years. They were protected from the periodic vacuum & lack of oxygen by old blobs of Light’s suit that he’d donated.

When it was time to exit light speed, Light returned to the cockpit. Someone had tidied up all of the clutter which had been floating free since their escape.

“Understood, preparing to be utterly silent and non-communicative. Easy peasy. Okey-dokie.” Light affirmed as the hangar doors slid silently open. He maneuvered them inside and made to park in a workmanlike, non-threatening manner. “Ok Senjen, you’re up.” He sent to his partner in the cargo bay, releasing the ramp from the cockpit while he conducted post-flight checks.