29 Oram, 2417; September 20, 1513; approximately one week after the J’Ruhn’s departure from Val’Trax.
“Kaler seems to have taken the pep talk very well,” Tieralyene observed. “You wore that happy face like a champion.”
“Mm. I hope so.” Alecha keyed the pad beside the cryobay’s entrance. With a gentle hiss, the heavy bay door glided shut. Low thumps echoed through the structure as magnetic locks engaged. It wouldn’t open again for decades. “He was nervous. This isn’t training anymore.”