"How long still?!" A harsh shout resounded in the shabby ship, forcing Clifford to swallow a curse.
Clifford looked at the shout's source, his eyes running over the messy, small bridge before ending on a burly middle-aged man with a military haircut. The latter impatiently watched the control desk with his arms crossed, seemingly unable to read the information on the single holographic screen.
"We are still a few hours away, Mister Ratré," Clifford responded, "But there's always a chance the Prince has already left the planet."
"I told you to call me Captain when we are on my ships!" Mister Ratré scolded, glaring at Clifford before showing an arrogant smile. "And your transaction paid for this trip. You should hope this Prince Khan is still on Coravis if you want it detracted from your debt."
"Yes, Captain," Clifford responded, lowering his head in defeat. "Prince Khan will surely be there."
