“Admiral!” one man shouted.
Telixa narrowed her eyes as she studied the holographic image. “Yes, Lieutenant?” she said. “What is it?”
“I'm detecting SlipGate activity.”
“What?”
She was out of her chair and rounding on the man in seconds, striding across the length of the bridge to his station. Short and stocky, with olive skin and thick eyebrows, Lieutenant Graydon looked up at her with fear in his eyes. “Sensors detected an energy spike in SlipSpace that would normally indicate an incoming traveler. But…But all of our Gates are locked.”
“Can you pinpoint the traveler's destination?”
“It's difficult to be certain.” Graydon turned back to his console, his fingers dancing over the controls as he checked the screen. “Tracking an object through SlipSpace is very difficult, but I would sa
