Three days. Maze and Zey had spent three days in a stinking sewer underneath the ore terminal on Fradian. Nothing since Kamino had tested Maze like this.
He was glad Zey didn’t have an open wound anymore; that might have meant the end of the line. And, to be fair, they hadn’t spent seventy-two consecutive hours in the sewers. They moved through large diameter waste water conduits, but spent most of their time in seldom-used maintenance corridors. These were only a little more narrow than standard ship’s corridors, but the dim artificial lights and the condensation on all the surfaces made them dank and close and…. The truth was, Maze didn’t really care for small spaces.