Santa Maria. Thursday, April 15, 2320. 6:30 AM, UTCSecretary Nazari’s hologram: “The President is waiting for you, Admiral Sterrow. We’re ready to begin.”
The Admiral was staring at the blank console for the past hour, slowly caressing his thick beard, lost in thought, waiting for the War Council to gather back on Earth. The recent developments are troubling, but ultimately of little consequence; the course of action is clear – move the invasion schedule forward. So why was the council assembled? Even the President of the World Alliance was there, interrupting his busy schedule to attend. No, this was about something else…
Turning around and looking towards the adjacent meeting room, he realizes for the first time just how big the command area is. He’s not a young man anymore; his once p
