CHAPTER 532877 Terran Expedition: Australia
Brock entered the bridge at Constantine’s side. Tiers rose up around the holographic display at the center of the room but Olivia Blackstone, Director of the Australia didn’t sit at a station. She stood in front of the hologram in a pale green workall, no different than any of the crew. Long white hair hung straight down her back, held in place with two ebony skewers. Her feet, in typical spacer fashion, were bare.
She turned around. She had gene-sculpted beauty but there were shadows beneath her eyes as if she hadn’t been sleeping.
Not that he’d be surprised, given everything that the Australia had been through on this expedition.
Security had been ordered to bring him to the bridge when they burst into the hangar just as the alien shuttle h
