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Commander Ponty led Keltie into a small office. A holographic star map of the Rah Galaxy covered one wall, the sprawling spiral galaxy dazzling and spinning, so full of stars and light.
Ponty’s desk was clean. A single screen and framed picture of a young girl sat in the center. Much like his personality, which was short and business-like, so was his office. The carpet smelled freshly vacuumed, and an orange-scented pod air freshener blanketed the room with a clean, citrusy aroma.
“Have a seat, Miss Sheffield,” Ponty said. He rolled his desk chair over to her, gripping it with both hands until she was safely seated.
He sat on the edge of his desk. The other military men surrounded him.
“We’re sorry for the interrogation style,” Ponty said. “It’s not ideal, but you have critical inf
