Inside Leviathan One's biological chamber, faint blue energy conduits pulsed like blood vessels on the walls, illuminating the two hundred crew members.
Fully staffed and equipped, their morale was sky-high.
But the atmosphere was hardly harmonious.
On the left, Ola's fifty Knights sat in full armor. Even in their fixed seats, their backs were as straight as spears.
On the right, Sea Wolf's fifty sailors were a completely different sight.
They lounged in various poses; some had their legs crossed, while others huddled together, silently mouthing crude jokes.
One went even further, yanking down a hive terminal to toy with in his hands, trying to feed it a potato.
The two groups were clearly divided, as if an invisible wall separated them.
Sea Wolf's gaze swept back and forth between his own slovenly crew and the "tin cans" opposite them, and a nameless fury surged through him.
