One month later, I stood on the bridge of the ISV *Odyssey*, the newest long-range exploration vessel in the fleet, and my new command. The battle for the Aegis sector had been swift and brutal once the Unseen Path was revealed. The enemy, caught completely off-guard by our ability to anticipate their movements, had been routed. The victory was total, and it was mine.
The reports that filtered to my new command console were concise, stripped of emotion, just the way I liked them.
Adjutant Lyna, or what was left of her, was now a permanent resident of the Titan Maximum Security Asylum. The official diagnosis was total psychic collapse. The unofficial reports from the guards were more descriptive. They said she spent her days and nights screaming at the sterile white walls of her padded ce
