Fleet Admiral Joan Orléans sat silent amidst the bustling noise of the Admiral's Bridge of the UWDFF Oppenheimer. The room was a reinforced sphere, approximately one hundred feet in diameter, nestled deep within the bowels of the enormous ship, isolated from the Captain's Bridge by hundreds of yards of bulwark. The interior of the Admiral's Bridge was a single hemisphere, with a polished adamantine steel floor and domed ceiling. The arched walls were populated with a sophisticated network of holo-emitters, which were displaying a hundred different feeds depicting the actions of the crew members across the two ships in her current fleet. Joan closed her eyes, enjoying the grey noise of the cacophony, the chaotic humdrum of the busy busy bees. It was an apt analogy. She had always thought s

