“Approaching Destination 0-Z9: ETA 10 minutes.” Raen didn’t remember falling asleep, but he must have. He hadn’t rested soundly since he and Gaiel left Dantooine, and he was hard-pressed for sleep. Of all the places he could have picked to rest his head, the cargo hold seemed the most convenient. Struggling to his feet, Raen tried to ease the tension in his muscles before gathering his belongings. He could hardly hear himself think in this place, the roar of the ship’s engine loud and clear from inside the back of the ship. Besides, no matter how comfortable he was, the floor was not a bed, and his body was not used to anything else.