“Captain, we’ll be inside the Tur Vagos system in twenty-seven minutes,” Lt. Triers announced.
Captain Dasker stared at the tri-sun galaxy now visible on the viewscreen and nodded. “Lt. Sheersome, notify the landing party and order them to report to the shuttle bay within the half hour.”
“Aye, Captain.”
“Pratt.”
Sienna glanced up from her station. “Sir?”
“I’m adding you to the roster.”
She blinked, wondering if she’d heard him correctly. “Sir?”
“I’ve received word there will be an assemblyman from Dui Sharagun at this conference, and our translators are only sixty-one percent accurate in Sharagunian.” He c****d his head at her. “However, your personnel files note that, among the one hundred and forty-eight languages you’re fluent in, that’s one of them.”
“Yes, sir, it is.”
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