Santa Maria. Thursday, April 15, 2320. 7:30 AM, UTCAlexei: “Admiral, you said that landing our probe right when the Ashans started their rapid development isn’t a coincidence. What does that tell you?”
Admiral Sterrow hesitates, hiding his true thoughts from the President and all the councilmembers: “… Nothing of consequence, sir… “
President Locke suddenly seems very interested in how the conversation is evolving, leaning forward in his chair, with his elbows resting on the table; someone slightly opens the door to the room, looks at the President and makes a subtle gesture with his hand, receiving a brief nod back.
Alexei doesn’t notice anything, he’s too focused on the Admiral. He raises his voice, determined by a growing sense of urgency to show Sterrow the truth. “But it is of cons
