Rafe paced the room he'd commandeered for them aboard the spaceship. He'd refused to transfer to the larger Zoll'a, despite his mother's demands. Actually, his exact words were, "I'd rather cut off my balls than be on the same ship as you."
To which his mother replied, "Keep up that attitude and neutering is a possibility." Luckily, he didn't let his temper get the best of him and blow the other ship to pieces. Barely.
His mother's constant nagging didn't help an already stressful situation. For days now, they'd traveled, and the damned citadel followed. Its massive size meant it didn't have the speed of the smaller vessels, but at the same time, it moved faster than some of the less sleek crafts in the ragtag fleet. Those poor ships had been obliterated, their dusty remains left to roam the stars forever.