In the space of the Mid Sector 99—
"Ahh~"
Inside the cockpit of a Rapid Support Craft–1, groans were echoing lazily through the confined space, stretching out in long, drawn-out sighs that felt heavier than the silence itself.
"Aaahh~"
But they weren't groans of exhaustion, pain, or torture.
"Oooh~"
They were the pure, empty groans of boredom, the kind that came from having absolutely nothing to do and too much time to kill.
"Sir," an imperial guard wearing full black armor spoke with slight hesitation, his voice careful and restrained, "may I adjust the craft's course a little?"
"Ahh~" Holak let out a long, exaggerated sigh, barely opening his eyes. "Do whatever you want and leave me alone."
"…Sir, I can't do that while you're acting like this."
"Aaahh~" Holak covered his face in annoyance, his fingers pressing against his forehead. "You won't even let me enjoy my boredom in peace!! Not even that is allowed anymore?!"
