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Dukk woke with a start. Something was wrong. He collected his focus. He realised he’d been woken by the wake-up notification he set just under six hours ago.
“Oh! Clearly my rhythm is totally out of whack,” he said aloud.
Dukk sat up, threw his legs off the bed, and did some basic stretches.
He checked the time. He had 45 minutes before the start of his next watch.
“Enough,” he reflected as he headed for the bathroom.
Moments later he was in his gym clothes. Skin-tight shorts and a sleeveless skin-tight top. He also wore runners designed for use in near zero gravity.
He opened his cabin door and entered the crew mess.
The crew mess was dimly lit. Night mode was in effect.
Luna was at the console. Logs and video feeds filled her view and coloured the room.
Bazzer could be seen in one of the video feeds. He was in a tight space and giving his attention to an object on the floor of that space. Whatever he was doing, it was hard work. He had his g-suit half off. The evidence of the exertion was clear on the inner layer that clung to his muscular upper body. Dukk identified that Bazzer was within one of the wings.
Luna looked around. She looked Dukk up and down in his gym gear. She lingered briefly before smiling.
