Night had fallen. Outside, lightning still flashed and thunder rumbled, but the ship's interior had long since grown quiet. Stella Sterling had eaten and drunk her fill and taken a long nap in the afternoon, so she was feeling very refreshed.
She had already been toiling away in her space for a long time, yet she felt no physical fatigue. In fact, she felt more energetic than ever.
When she emerged from her space, thunder was still rumbling outside, but it was much fainter than before, and the rain had stopped.
Stella Sterling considered for a moment, then got up and headed outside.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw a uniformed man standing beside it. He had been posted there specifically to guard her.
In their eyes, an armed woman like her was still a dangerous figure.
She glanced at the man. He was starting to doze off. Perhaps because she had been so quiet in her room, he had lowered his guard.
