It was rather late by now. That wasn't really easy to tell, of course, due to the windows outside showing the same inky void they always did. But the ship had cycled through the lights, which were now dim; nighttime. The clocks on the wall, too, read 25:13, out of the twenty-six hour cycle they were set to -- a compromise between the many different day cycles that the crew was used to on their own home planets.

Most of the crew was asleep by now. Not Kuro, though, nor his roommate. They were in the training room, eyes adjusted to the dim lights enough to see each other fairly well. His fists lifted slowly, already giving a soft pant from the fighting they had already done.

Hours earlier, he had been dared. His roommate made a bet that they were able to beat him in a fight. It wasn't much in way of money, but it was the honor of the thing, you see. Kuro didn't back down from a fight. Especially not one he was so sure he could win.