The East Wind sailed covertly in the corner of the Luofeng Empire's border.
In the darkened bridge, the projection dials of a few instruments provided dim lighting; outside the wide, window-like viewports, the silent starry sky shimmered faintly.
"Oh, so you are indeed here."
Kolev's voice rang out, disturbing a few lamps in the corner of the bridge, illuminating Yang Ming, who lay in a chair.
Yang Ming took off his headphones and yawned at Kolev, "What's up, my dear first officer?"
Kolev waved to the standby seat crawler robot next to him, which then 'creaked and squeaked' its way over.
It unscrewed the headrest, even detecting that Kolev was an old man, offering him an anti-pile cushion from its tool bag.
A bit of technology, and it cared a lot.
Kolev sat comfortably on the cushion, cleared his throat, and gazed at Yang Ming with eyes that had 'seen too much.'
