Chapter 41: Leahy

Two or three techs sat at the boards. None took notice of them as they passed through. The next room was the Bridge proper. Systems monitors, command boards, com stations, some consoles whose functions he didn't know, every corner and nook jam-packed with glittering tech. Forward were the CaptainÕs chair and a two-place helm - both were empty. All the consoles and workstations were empty except one. A pink and flabby bald man wearing nothing but a pair of faded blue boxer shorts sat at the com station. He appeared to be watching vid. After a moment Halverson recognized it as a popular situation comedy that ran on Baleen's broadcast television network. Nai, who looked vaguely embarrassed, cleared his throat to get the bald man's attention. He held up a hand as if to say 'wait' and kept his rapt attention on the vid screen. Presently a commercial came on and he turned around to them. Nai's already thin lips had compressed to near invisibility.