Chapter 53
Nova stared at her display, unable to decide what to do. The Wanderer was requesting a call, one with video. She’d got used to communicating via short text messages. Now… now they wanted to talk to her, to see her. She wasn’t sure she was ready for that yet.
But… two of the Imperial frigates were moving towards the station, clearly intent on inflicting more damage. She needed to stop them, and she needed help to do that. If there hadn’t been any urgency she’d have spent a lot longer agonising over the decision, but there was. She punched in the commands to accept the call.
She’d unconsciously built a mental image of the Wanderer’s captain — someone who was in middle age or later. Someone with weight and presence. Someone who had lived life and whose face showed that.
