Loud snickers accompanied by occasional complaints echoed past the living quarters' thin walls, awakening Carlos. He opened his eyes, only to move them to his right, where a dim hologram acted as a clock. It was too early to get angry about that ruckus. It was too early to do anything at all.
Yet, the shouts didn't stop, preventing Carlos from falling asleep again. An annoyed groan eventually escaped his mouth as he forced himself up, sitting on the small bed. His hands went to his face, rubbing his drowsiness out of his brown eyes, but loud curses already resounded in his mind.
'I'm never hiring Orlats again,' Carlos swore, knowing he would break that promise.
As deceitful and distasteful as the Orlats were, they were pretty cheap and resourceful. No species could beat their ability to gather information or their connections. Moreover, they were quite small, making them ideal crewmates for life inside a spaceship.
