“Dropping out of warp.”
The young navigation officer who sat at a station on the captain"s right side wore a black uniform and kept her blonde hair tied back with a clip. Jena could only see the back of her head, but she was fairly certain the woman was scowling.
The bridge of this Viper-Class frigate was large enough to comfortably hold about twelve people, and its gray carpets and curved walls made her feel as though she were standing inside of a very large egg. Captain Taborn, a stern-faced woman with bronzed skin and raven hair, sat in her large swivelling chair. “Show it on main display.”
The large screen at the front of the room flickered, displaying the image of a dark circle against a field of stars. They had approached the planet on the night side, and the sun was just barely v
