Just because others elsewhere in the galaxy were experiencing the same dead of night as those on Caldris Minor-7 didn't necessarily mean they'd be using those quiet hours for sleep and recovery.
Because somewhere in a supposedly remote, lawless corner of the galaxy, two particular people were up to their necks in bullshit after going from nearly beating the house...
To getting beaten by the henchmen of said house.
Yes.
Knee to the gut.
Elbow to the head.
Definitely not the best way to spend the night, and certainly not a sight suitable for younger audiences, but that was more or less what they'd been doing since arriving at their first stop.
And as one could probably tell, their current predicament wasn't the result of some bizarre twist of fate.
No.
This was all part of a supposedly carefully orchestrated plan that both of them would probably look back on someday and agree had been incredibly fucking stupid.
