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Captain Holly Bryson sat on the floor of her holding cell, slumped against the wall. She’d been separated from her crew, as had both her second-in-command and Simon. The cell was stark, just three walls and an opening that was protected by a containment field of some sort.
Suddenly she became aware of knocking sound coming from one of the side walls. It was faint, but she could just about hear it. So as not to attract attention, she stood up stretching her arms and shaking her legs as if to restore circulation before sitting down again against the wall that was the source of the tapping.
Sometimes, when she and Simon were feeling bored, they’d converse in an ancient form of communication called Morse Code. She’d never heard of it before meeting her husband, but it was one of Simon’s
