It didn't matter how much military training and genetic enhancement you went through to have a powerful, focused mind; month after month of seeing nothing but black space, filled with little dots that were stars and planets in the distance, and the meteors flying by, would leave anyone tremendously bored. Peek was finishing a simple arcade game for the 50th time in his trip, on a hand-held console that was quite popular among Irken youngsters. Sometimes he wished he had gone into the entertainment industry, but the passion he felt for the Empire, for the Tallest, and the wish for exploration and travelling around the universe, and the fact that he was born as an Irken citizen, instead of a person in one of the several planets that were conquered by the Irken Empire, had him joining the Army at a young age instead. Turning off the console, the bright light disappeared from his yellowish green skin, and all the lights left were from the control console of the small ship he was travelling in. Spittle runners were usually built for only one person. But since the ever advancing technology of the Irken empire was discovering planets farther and farther away, recently they had been sending teams of two people, for safety measures. The spittle runner he was in, was modified accordingly. New born invaders now had new genetic modifications that made them better adapted to teamwork, but him, being from an older generation, didn't have those genes present in his DNA. Peek's light pink eyes glanced at his companion. They hadn't talked much along the trip, and he doubted ever seeing the man in past missions or in any kind of entertainment and vacation planet. There were just too many of their people. He wondered if teamwork between them would be possible. Well, soon he'd be able to find out, since the estimated time of arrival to the planet they had to explore was coming to an end.