Lieutenant Yana Dietrich sat at her station with a headset fitted over her chestnut hair. The glowing letters from the terminal screen and the colorful LEDs sliced through the usual darkness of the Command Center and shined geometric designs on her face. Captain Solo watched the screen over her shoulder, but Yana was used to that. He scratched his chin and leaned onto the console, "Try a tetalin descrambler."
Yana nodded and typed. The watched the screen for a moment and she shook her head just as Captain Solo sighed in defeat. Yana looked at her fingers for a minute then typed more as she tried something else.
Captain Solo turned around and scratched his head, reviewing the other security personnel and military leaders that mumbled in the darkness. Then, from the hallway of lighted gla
