Chapter Twenty-Seven

Court of the Gods

Next morning, 1000am

Akifa was terrified, refusing to dress up for the courts as he donned his fighter suit and carried his helmet, feeling a mild sense of comfort as he followed the group into the massive courtroom. Wren was reminded almost of an opera house, tiers of seats spiraling up, the main bench wrapping around the stage where Akifa had to stand with six guards around him. Relieving his pistols and helmet, Akifa pulled Wren with him over to the bench where Wren, Ravyn, and the Doc sat, the other holding the surgeon and an automaton acting as the previous Captain.

"Are you sure you can do this...? I hate seeing you so scared, hayati," Wren whispered, kissing Akifa's cheek as the pilot sighed, resting his forehead against Wren's shoulder.